Men Make War
Men make war,
And women weep,
See their loved ones
Buried deep,
While politicians with high ideals
Argue over healthy meals,
As young men die in foreign fields.
Children fear and grow to hate
In a selfish world, not changed of late.
The centuries of blood and tears,
Promises broken through the years.
For men make war
And women weep
While loved ones are still buried deep.
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