The Battle

The battle rages on the plane
must people always be insane?
I think we’ll be waiting very long
‘cos we all hear a crazy song
and so we dance into the night
then in the morn, war is all right.
We all want more and more and more
and so we fight some stupid war
with things that could destroy us all
we answer to the god Mars call.
He rallies us against the foe;
like bloody fools we all still go
to fight a war for god knows what;
each time we lose all that we’ve got.
Then home again, our wounds to lick;
humanity doth make me sick!

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About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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