Our sons, our daughters;
whose lives have been lost,
they volunteered freely;
but at what cost?
No one is winning;
its just death throughout the land,
as the world sits by idle,
sitting on their hands
We've dug ourselves a grave,
in which we might not get out,
deeper though, yet deeper
soon no one will hear us shout,
both men say, they want an end
but now it is to late
we've pushed our luck to often
we've opened up h***s gate.
If we stop now, they'll hit us hard
try to even up the score;
generations will die, again and again
due to this senseless war.
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