Tender bullets with their poison-tainted lips,
Kiss the skins of soldiers, their flesh and bones they rip.
Corpses with kissed hearts lay on the floor,
Blazing guns roar around them, but it falls on deaf ears.
Onlookers anguish the tyranny of war,
Sadness is the mother of the child of tears.
The saddened eyes of soldiers,
Weep tears for all their friends.
The weight that's on their shoulders,
Will take them to their ends.
The rifles spit at all their foes,
And make them scream and bleed.
Heed this message; all our woes,
They come from human greed.
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