The past seems so barbaric
Man seeking the death of man
Nation rising against nation
Peace seemed an impossible dream

Old men speak of the horror
Though they are honored, they feel no honor
Trying to find the morral high ground
Pragmatism proves a just war impossible

The line keeps moving
What was too much last week is not enough today
Though a vestage of conscence cries out, the brain cannot hear
The mind is disconnected from the hands and the eyes

So many lives broken
So much destroyed
Yet the destruction is now in the history books
New lives are born, and everything is rebuilt new


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