War drums

Same old names, playing games, calling for our men, women, sons, daughters
the war drums are pounding loud again
a destiny of death, hate and heartbreak, led to the slaughter
how can we be saved?

We are on our knees, asking dont bring this down on us
we need peace, a life without this bloodshed
end our call to arms, stop the alarms, we could try to discuss
evade a date with the barrel of a gun, try talking instead

They want us to fight to our last breath, never asking what we feel
their blood will be spared, they are prepared, they are safe and secure
they live just fine, whilst you and i kneel
tow the line, fight for peace, drop a bomb of democracy,  no saviour

A game to them played, a move on the global chessboard
our lives the pieces, never matters if we break
millions more to replace, easy for our warlords
we need a calming voice, hint of sense, press the brake

Something in the air, makes me sick
rockets missiles, weapons that destroy isles
so much firepower, they are itching to use
pull the trigger, light the fuse

We bear the brunt
no regard for our fates
we get burnt
who is going to save us before its too late?

Thanks for reading.
Kyle.