There's always been a dual outlook
It is fought between truths and lies
Why do you feel right about life
When you kill, defeat an enemy?
Do you mock those who paid
While you then survived alive
Do those who die in war count?
Is victory worth any life lost?
Why kill, if it is, in fact, wrong
While few are willing volunteers
So many die without questioning
Still we fight, still we make war
Across the planet Earth it spreads
People choose to die or be prepared
War is feared, warriors are revered
Should we go to war, ever again?
Do you even care? Why do you pause?
Will you stand before the god of war
What cause are you dying for?
Or do you serve only yourself?
