�We listen to their cries of pain,
As we take the enemy's name in vein.
For they too think alike,
And release their rage with a terrible might.
So why a war, this war we fight,
Does peace not shed its golden light?
Instead we give eachother hell,
And along the way, others as well.
This war must end, some way, some how,
It must end not later, but now.
For in the end no one wins,
In the end it's only sins.
Is their no end in my sight?