War how can it be justified
Think of all the babies that have cried
As they witness their parents death
Choking on tears, robbing them of breath.

War is not brave or constructive
Only desperate and destructive
Imagine shooting someone’s son
To me that does not seem much like fun.

Soldiers march to the lion’s den
They leave as young boys and come back men
They don’t know what they’re fighting for
Is it for oil in the desert’s core?

Trying to save democracy
Go on, believe the hypocrisy
But when your shot and flown back home
Just wait and see how much care you’re shown.

You’ll probably be left for dead
Wounded within your hospital bed
Feeling broken, betrayed and cheap
Another soldier on the scrap heap.

J.A McManus

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