The dead are the fortunate ones.
No more pain, no more hate, no more guns.
No more land mines, no more tanks.
No more political betrayal, thanks.
Is the end any better than the war?
War’s a monster, make no mistake
Who never gives, only takes and takes.
Kills your lovers, kills your brothers,
Kills the sons of grieving mothers
And treats the bleeding earth just like a whore.
But men, it seems, will never learn
The deadly cost of slash and burn.
They would, damn them, always choose
To hate and turn the dragon loose.
So it would seem that we are doomed forevermore.
Just got sick of seeing war everywhere I turn…Newspapers, TV, even the intervet. What’s wrong with us as a race?