Madness,gladness pain or even a disaster
how many crazy killings are really going to pass you
strangers meeting in the fields
two guns ready aiming for the kill
children running from an open shell
years have passed in this pathetic hell
burned out buildings still remain the same
only to build more of the crying game
young men and women sent to their death
only pleased,but what have they left
parent in anguish lying by there tombs
women mortally crying babies ripped from there wombs
never to be replaced as time goes by
looking at the photo sitting on the mantle side
whats the point of death and destruction
when theres no real resurrection
tanks planes guns bombs land mines
all what it is a valuable waste of life
but in the end we know it will never cease
but if i had my way,we would all live in peace.
