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Warfare, warfare

Why do we dare

To waste good life

Sending so many to their deaths

Warfare, warfare

Waged without a care

By those who govern

But who’d never dare

Lead from the front line

Lead the glory charge

Warfare, warfare

No empathy or heart

No compassion for the innocent who die

Very few tears shed by a despots dry eyes

Warfare, warfare

Brutal and callous

Do out of madness and out of malice

They care nothing about faith

They care nothing about colour

These warmongers just crave the murder and death of others

Warfare, warfare

It’s not sanctified by Christ

Warfare, warfare

The disposer of lives.