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'' It's For Personal Gain ''

When war convenes,
Over air, sea and land,
Just what it means?
You don't understand,

What I will say,
Is trouble awaits,
The pacifist today,
Tomorrow he hates.

Death makes you queasy,
That's what you think,
Soon killing comes easy,
You won't even blink.

Before you know it,
You're a killing machine,
You don't ever blow it,
You're the best there's been.

No prisoners allowed,
You forget the convention,
Despite what you've vowed,
It never merits a mention.

Words written by fools,
To whom they don't apply.
There are no rules,
But to kill or die,

Instigators of war,
Should be sent to the front,
But that they'd abhor,
They stay clear of the hunt.

Arms dealers get rich,
As do the politicians,
Their allegiance they'll switch,
It's in their traditions.

As you lie there dying,
Their platitudes will pour,
They'll pretend they're crying,
Hypocrisy to the fore.

They know nought of fighting,
Nor the concept of pain,
It's not wrongs they are righting,

‘' It's For Personal Gain ‘'


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