Drops of blood
Dripping from
Bloody hands
That allowed the guns
Or that gave the commands
Much weight must be borne
By those who see others mourn
As a result of their decisions
To rent life from innocent victims
In the name of something unknown to them
In the name of something irrelevant
When weighed up in the scheme of things
Money, power and a lust for war
Drip, drip, drip the blood you spilt
The deaths you caused
That guilt and shame is all yours
Bear it if you can
And in judgement at the end of life I hope you understand
That you were a brutish human.
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