The ruin, the death and the fire
Buried blood-corpses in soil with alive,
It all is the cause of our desire
To kill people’s happy and bring hell to life.
The wiped out is freedom,
The shot down is peace.
That’s ruled in burnt kingdom,
Was drowned by the fears.
The children are crying
Here’s the starvation and plague
And black dust is flying
Round the bloodstained flag
Survivors thank the Lord
And ammunition is praised,
But where’s the horde
Which power’s not faced?
Why aren’t you aware
Those victims of war,
The clear sky and air
They were fighting for?
War
© Copyright: Адэлль, 2012
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