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Brutality and death

Defines the theatre of war,

And within this there seems no laws,

Innocent people killed

By trained professional soldiers,

Who knew better and what they did

Killing in their beds,

Father’s, brothers and kids,

In the theatre of war

Life becomes so cheap,

Destroying lives of the defensless

And against the weak,

In stressful situations

Sure sounds like a wrong to me,

Within some people evil seeps

We begin to witness and see,

All the horrors, murders and atrocities,

Carried out in he our names

For some kind of victory,

But when the theatre of war

Causes you to lose your humanity,

Then there is no God

No matter your faith or belief,

That will condone these acts of pure brutality.