One very dreary day
They strolled into a home
Burned it to the ground
Murdering everyone around
A few days later
Me and others struck back
With the rifles and knives
We murdered kids and wives
Months beyond that
The battle lines were drawn
And two cities then clashed
Leaving hopes of peace dashed
Many years crawled by
The war slowly spreading
Legions of dead were burned
The living were unconcerned
We bear a great debt
That we fight daily to repay
Spilling blood to fill a hole
Sense of which we do not extol
So here we are today
Fighting on many fronts
Lacking any real reason why
Except ours is to do and die
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