The blood spilt, it’s all on you

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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