A wrong peace


They fought the cruel war
Of who is right and wrong.
The longer went the battle
The bitter get it gone.

But one day all has stopped
And peace has come at last.
We ask if victory is prized
But nobody answers us.

We see the dead,
Upholster bloody land.
Who is the winner,
If there nobody is to stand?

Yes, you are right
And they were wrong.
And now all of you
Lay dead and gone.

The righteous, just war,
That's what they said.
But I wholeheartedly prefer
A wrongly peace to all of that.

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Yes, you are right And they were wrong. And now all of you Lay dead and gone.