Lets clean off the chalk boards
And brush off our memories
Raise a hand if you know
The history of Wars misery
Is a gun the price of freedom
For protecting our liberty?
Or the sensless costs of sluaghter
To earn a priceless victory
Are the coffins of soldiers
not reminders of our folly
Or they forgotten omens
For future atrocities
And do you still think God's
Cheering joyly on your side?
when hes the tone deaf referie
Who watches all the babies die
Is it wise to pick madmen
To lead the cowards crucifix
When we stand on the verge
Of a new age apocolapys
Drop the pencils and answer here
The serpent rolls the dice of fate
War teaches this simple lesson:
we learn nothing from our mistakes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yr war poem is brilliant Bravo! ! ! ! !