When That the Guns Have Fired
When that the guns have fired on mortal men,And blood runs rivers down the cobbled streets,
The puppeteering hands that dance away,
Don’t seem to care what happens down below,
Although they say they do what’s best for all,
I’ve seen no evidence to back their claim,
When fire raging is all that you see,
It does not seem like what is best for me
But more like something similar to a game -
To build the people up, and watch them fall;
And why they find this funny, I don’t know,
They view us just as pawns that they will play,
And when war ends, the next time that they meet,
They laugh, and say “Let’s do it all again.”
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