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~ Philip Brent
It’s never just soldiers who fight and die
For causes they are told are true and just
In boardrooms, by strangers sleek and sly
Who these deaths profit, so die they must
We ignore truth, as mothers’ tears glisten
Teen blood oils gears of the war machine
With thunder, screams, too awful to listen
Future promise reduced, meager and mean
While wealthy misers yearn to live forever
Weak homilies bid all the children goodbye
Everybody suffers in this ultimate endeavor
It’s always humankind who suffers and dies
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