Yesterday they were in diapers,
Now they’re in the killing forces,
They’re well built killers,trained nipers
With helmets veiling their faces.
Some stroll in shining uniforms,
Others in dismal white clothing,
Hatred has a one thousand forms
And they all enjoy blood bathing.
Brainwashed they’re ready to murder,
Their hands no more hold the toy guns,
Although they try to look bolder,
They’re still the little frightened sons.
They go to battles they can’t win,
They kill and get killed uselessly,
If they protest it’s a grand sin
And they are defamed ceaselessly.
They die and some call them heroes,
While others call them martyrs,
Their wounds are as deep as furrows
And yet I believe they’re friars.
Yesterday they swam like dolphins
And squabbled about trivial things,
Now some are enclosed in coffins,
While others have no arms or legs.
Leaders with blinkered opinions,
Bound by shackles they can’t escape,
Send soldiers as strong as stallions
To kill, destroy, ravish and rape.
Wars for heaven’s sake have been made
To sanctify the leaders’ greed,
Youths before time in graves are laid
To satisfy those who still lead.
There’s not any sense in killing
Whether on this side or that side,
There’s not any sense in filling
The earth with graves which you can’t hide.
This on going fight is futile,
Eventually parts will have to talk,
Without willing to reconcile
Mere talking is just a sick joke.
We need to have a new vision
To deliver all of us here,
This wall can’t bring division,
But many are too deaf to hear.
Peace is the war we all must wage
Against fanatic extremists,
We have to stop this bloody rage
Kindled by fundamentalists.
Though leaders are indoctrinated
And their folly is immutable,
I’m not to be damn frustrated
Since my spirit’s indomitable.
Someday people will cast away
The fear with which they are injected,
They’ll find out that the only way
Is peace They’ve so far rejected.
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