Suggest that they fought in ways that are wrong
I don't doubt that they did wrong, and much of it
But the irony is lost, the moral high point is gone
When wars kills millions, and no one bats an eye
Over the obscenity that war is, easy to ask what if
The way of negotiations is to kill others and win
The lost, wounded are the innocent and orphans
Diplomacy is a game of chess, not to find peace
War solves issues between parties with violence
Slaughter by nations, a game like musical chairs
Leaving behind victims, wounded souls within
All that's left are corpses, silence, and weeping
For dead do not speak and wounded don't dare
