War is….
The very soul of our country
The heart that beats vigorously to keep us alive
But only to see many of us die
Thinking we’d be rewarded from our nation
Little did we know there wouldn’t be a memorial celebration
But we die
Only for the war that is tearing our nation apart
Why?
Because it is the very soul of our country
The heart that beats vigorously to keep us alive
Although it’s killing all of our lives
Keeping us hungry
Only to believe the sun will not rise because
We know that we’ll die
Why?
Because it is the very soul of our country
The heart that beats vigorously to keep us alive
But we die
And all we can whisper is
Why?

War is…
The greed of the blood-thirsty
The constitution of the self-absorbed
The violent rain that brings glee to killers
The strong wind that blows away
The happy children that roam amongst the meadows
They die
Killed by the evil rain of blood
Why?
Because it is the greed of the blood-thirsty
The constitution of the self- absorbed
Who only care about the death of how many
We die
Those who must hide in the shadows
Waiting for the sun
But we know it will not rise
Why?
Because it is the violent rain that brings glee to killers
The strong wind that blows away
The happy children that roam amongst the meadows
Burned
By the fire that they bring on…
That we bring on…
We die
For the nation
That only gives standing ovations
To the blood-thirsty killers
Why?
Because war is…
The greed of the blood- thirsty
The constitution of the self- absorbed

War is…
The one that caters to the rich and abandon the poor
The little red book with a broken spine saying,
“When the rich rage war, it’s the poor who die”
We die
It’s real
We have no where to run
Hiding in the shadows
Waiting for the sun
We know will not rise
Why?
Because it is…
The one who caters to the rich and abandon the poor
The little red book with a broken spine saying,
“When the rich rage war, it’s the poor who die”
We die
It’s real
The darkness holding me tightly
Until the sun rises up
The violent wind blows
A little piece of paper with a picture drawn floats
Through the shadows until the wind is gone
And the memory now is like the picture was then
Crumbled and blood- stained once again
Why?
Because war is…
The very soul of our country
The heart that beats vigorously to keep us alive
War is…
The greed of the blood-thirsty
The constitution of the self-absorbed
War is…
The violent rain that brings glee to killers
The strong wind that blows away
The happy children that roam amongst the meadows
War is…
The one that caters to the rich and abandon the poor
The little red book with a broken spine saying,
“When the rich rage war, it’s the poor who die”
War is…
The violent wind that blows
The little piece of paper with a picture drawn
Through the shadows until the wind is gone
And the memory now is like the picture was then
Crumbled and blood- stained once again
We die
And the only question
That coughs up from our lungs is
Why?