'War'

Yo,

The battlefield's a haunting place,
where life meets death in a fatal chase;
Bullets flying, shrapnel blasts,
no time to think, just move fast;
We all pray for peace, but it seems so far,
when nations fight, and leaders spar;
Innocent lives lost in the fray,
we question why, but there's no way;
What is the cost of a soldier's life?,
Families shattered by sacrifice;
Mental scars that may never heal,
And yet we send more to die on the field;
We must find a way to break this cycle,
To see each other as more than rivals;
To lay down arms and find common ground,
Before we destroy what can't be found;



Chorus:

"War, what is it good for?,
Absolutely nothing, but we still go to war;
Fighting for what? Land or oil?,'
Or just to prove who has the most loyal;" (2x)



War is like a vicious beast,
feasting on the lives of the deceased;
Families left crying, their hearts now creased,
As they mourn the loss of those they loved in peace;
Nations clash and battles rage on,
Bullets flying, bombs dropping till dawn;
Soldiers fighting, their courage strong,
As they march forward to the war's haunting song;
The enemy is faceless, yet deadly and real,
A foe that strikes deep with each attack and kill;
Men and women brave, with steadfast will,
Still falling victim to war's pain and thrill;
The aftermath leaves behind destruction so vast,
Leaving nations in turmoil and people in vast castes;
Lives changed forever, memories from a distant past,
And the haunting echoes of war lasts and lasts;



Chorus:

"War, what is it good for?,
Absolutely nothing, but we still go to war;
Fighting for what? Land or oil?,'
Or just to prove who has the most loyal;" (2x)



Oh war, when will you cease?,
When will our world finally be at peace?;
No more death or tears or endless screams,
Just a world united in love and sweet esteem;
War is a machine, fueled by hate and greed,
It's a vicious cycle, that never seems to concede;
Death and destruction, the currency it trades,
Leaving behind scars, that never seem to fade;
The battlefield, a gruesome sight to see,
Brothers and sisters, turned into enemies;
We take lives, but never really win,
For the cost of victory, is often our own skin;
If only peace was the answer,
And war became a distant memory;
What if love was our weapon,
And hate no longer had its legacy?;



Chorus:

"War, what is it good for?,
Absolutely nothing, but we still go to war;
Fighting for what? Land or oil?,'
Or just to prove who has the most loyal;" (2x)