The violence of war.

They think they own whatever land they wakl on
That the Earth is just a dead thing to be claimed
That spurs them on to kill and maime.

So much fighting
So much blood
So much crying
Enough to start a flood.

The war will never be over
But the battle has been won
Widows wander the war feild looking for the one they loved.

Those whose hearts are filled with pure hate
Storm our City gate

We run and hide
We are all so scared
Are we the only ones that cared.
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For all those that are never coming home.