Man there’s cold wars ,
There’s civil war’s ,
Fam wars ,
World wars -
Always wondered if they just pulled straws,
The one with the shortest one the draw.
He could unleash his idea
Even if their was a major flaw .
Reflecting on past is a natural action -
The bigger the terror the bigger the transaction,
Don’t want to put you in these shoes but imagine
Being a soldier in the war is like being in an open coffin.
Vigorous facade , death path awaits
Soldiers brainwashed to win the war ,
When they're all wishing now to withdraw ;
Wars are never fun and so also says the Son .
You want proof of all I say ,
Look towards Wilfred Owen
And he went through the pain .
Yes, the old lie Dulce est decorum est pro patria mori
His poem tells a monumental story ,
Contains sadness and no glory .
But if you still managed to win a war ,
Yourself turns bitter and you collect new memories ;
Wanting to unforget but can’t and failing
Try to spend family time, trying not to look so dark and sweaty
My friends wars come with horrors ,
Wars cause tears
Wars could make you broken or stutter ,
Wars bring you fears that never end.