[My hatred for war and the manipulation of men as a means to fuel it expressed in a few lines]
Today be the day you leave this peace,
For a foreign land, a different timezone.
There they practice the art of guns and war,
With politics and vanity for deep roots.
Anger I hurl, with grief I overflow, understanding I lack
Of why good men must get caught in the crossfire.
Today be the day you leave this peace,
For a foreign land, a different timezone.
There they practice the art of guns and war,
With politics and vanity for deep roots.
Anger I hurl, with grief I overflow, understanding I lack
Of why good men must get caught in the crossfire.
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