War
We all put down the sword,
But we picked up a gun.
And so peace cannot last,
While there are wars to be won.
We kill for reasons -
For freedom and right.
We sell ourselves glory
Over each meaningless fight.
We swapped the pipes
For the sound of guns,
Saluting our blood
Like the sound of a drum.
We lie to each other,
To stop all our tears.
But the truth we can say
Is that war just brings us new fears.
A meaningless war,
A childish grab for power.
And so nations are ripped apart,
Destroyed hour by hour.
When will we learn?
This world of ours.
We still cover our mistakes,
With a mask of flowers.
Copyright © Catriona Elizabeth Mowat 2007
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