old men of war
who are the ‘law’
they are insane
don’t feel the pain
the wardrums beat
the marching feet
come for our gold
the young not old
so hide them deep
their futures keep
warmongers lust
for children’s trust
they march young souls
towards their goals
the death and dying
families crying
their wardrums beat
for our defeat
old men in ties
telling their lies
must they die
when we don’t try
to act like leaders
instead of greeders
kids deaths ahead
our heroes dead
glory’s a lie
you simply die
politicans zeal
but they don’t feel
the pain they breed
their greed does feed
those pathetic ‘men’
we wonder when
they’ll show their stuff
we’ve had enough
wordy little turds
with nought but words
no lies untold
our futures sold
thirty bits of lead
our children dead
for no return
our futures burn