A Word Named War

A Word Named War


A word named war
Dances in the wind
Somebodies idea will cost
Many lives to defend
Battle lines will form
As we die from
Our double edged sword
Hypocrisy and propaganda rule
A nation at peace
So quickly gets bored
This machine called war rises
As media makes it a star
The technology grows and
Thousands die from afar
When the buttons been pushed
And we fry from the blast
No winner will be crowned
It's too late
Our lives have past



Jimbo
11-28-99
 
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