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What’s it all for?
Those lives, they are lost.
They ain’t never coming back,
you won’t see them no more.
The children weep, the wives will mourn.
The anger spreads, the fabric’s torn.
The divisions form, the lines are drawn.
The war is here, that’s what you asking for.
I can’t breathe, brother rest in peace.
I bleed blue, brother rest in peace.
The nerves are shaken, fragile treaty.
A trigger finger, the lead’s releasing.
The bodies dropping, on either side.
Is the problem solved?
They just telling lies.