Is there a key to open minds
Of those, unwilling to conceive
The meaning of our precious lives,
Which are extraordinary brief?
Is there a cost for blood that spills
On fields of battle every day?
Is this the price of “war for peace”?
And, if it is, then who will pay?
Is there a word, that can describe
Our very foul and monstrous deeds?
With gold and money we are bribed
And all of us are blessed with greed.
Is there a place for love today?
In our cruel modern world,
Our future’s black, our thoughts are gray,
Our temper’s hot, but hearts are cold.
Is this what you all really want?
For what so lives were sacrificed?
If yes, then I can tell you that:
We all devise our own demise.
Is there
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