Call of Duty
Soldiers marching one by one
Down the streets with their guns
Under the scorching, blazing sun
Wishing that their chore was done
Neither side, the battle won
Bombs in cars-more than one
So many children firing guns
Martyrs made of fathers and sons
Families grieve for what was done
Neither side, the battle won
Soldiers dying, one by one
By hidden enemies with their guns
Bodies melting under the sun
Knowing that their life is done
Neither side, the battle won
...Neither side, the battle won
Down the streets with their guns
Under the scorching, blazing sun
Wishing that their chore was done
Neither side, the battle won
Bombs in cars-more than one
So many children firing guns
Martyrs made of fathers and sons
Families grieve for what was done
Neither side, the battle won
Soldiers dying, one by one
By hidden enemies with their guns
Bodies melting under the sun
Knowing that their life is done
Neither side, the battle won
...Neither side, the battle won
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