What have we done to life once more,
to engage ourselves in a ruthless war.
The pompousness of those who led
the scores of men, till they were dead!
Countrymen fighting side by side,
building false and evil pride.
Thousands wounded and loved ones died,
families mourned and mothers cried.
With the battle won, our losses great,
only God can predict our fate.
The sense of victory won't last long,
for man will realize his wrong.
The soldiers now, at rest at last,
will never forget about the past.
Restoring ruin is a timely chore,
like Satan knocking on Heavens door.
Child your father died one day.
Was it war that took him away,
or was love lost, cause men were blind,
to wage their war upon mankind.
Now think peace, when war is done,
for no one wants a fatherless son.
Man will return to selfishness,
and still ask why God doesn't bless!