War

As I sleep at night
I dream of a terrible fight

That fight is called war
It is such a chore

I wake in worry
About the jury

For they decide about
When the war is done and out

Many lives are lost
But they care not about the cost

They care only of winning
And not of sinning

Many tears are shed
Over the gone and dead

I fear for the soldiers
But they stay strong as boulders

Many will pass
From the noxious gas

Of war