War, War, war
War, war, war,
Nevermore;
Blind men follow,
sane men agree
That all war is inevitable
for as far as we can see.
We work for war
We pay for it through taxation
For after all
We are an exception
Whatever we do,
Is OK with me,
Because public school
Says we are are the land of the free.
But then what is freedom
How shall we measure
Liberty that is
How shall we treasure.
Trading our freedom
For security
We think this us now
Is what sets us free.
For years now
They have taken our schools
Told us what to to think
Using their tools
Scientific dictatorship
Is now where you live
You work your life away
Like flour through a sieve
But the sieve has been changed
From rooting out weevils
To cranking the can
And bring all the evils.
But war It still pervades
And flags fly forever again
When will we learn
That the world is at it again.
War, war, war
Nevermore.
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