Strife Poem by George Hunter

Play the fife and beat the drum
And send your boys to war.
We’ll be sending many home
Who’ve never died before.

For Peace is just and War is hell
That much I’ll not debate.
So stop this worldwide fighting
Before it is too late.

My god can whip your god
Is something only idiots say
These imaginary beings
Should all just go away.

Then maybe men would
Stop lusting after virgins
And quit this everlasting strife
And get on with their living
In this one and only life.