May be but only a few
Those in need of a war
May be but the lest prepared
All we want is war! War we need!!
Those in power cries for war
Those governed suffers its wrought
When the war drum is beat
Those in need run so fast and far
Atlas! The war has began.
The masses die in the field of war
While the masters thine in bars of wine
The rich fronts the war
The poor face its fronts
Atlas! We die for the war they needed.
We suffer in pains
They reap our gains
We fight and die in vain
They gather fleet of cars and houses
And with frequent flight
They merry with fats in their veins.
Our families are torn apart
Theirs are flown abroad
They supply guns and bullets
While we die with buns and thirst in our gullets
Atlas! We die yet for the war they cried for.
We are never mourned
When we’ve gone
Even our newly borne ones
Are not told about
The remains of our bones!
The cry for war is light
But the causalities are much
Before we press for a war
Let’s consider how far
We have gone!!!
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