When I was a child,
we would play army. Little did I know,
that around the world this was a reality
for so many young innocent minds.
The sound of the war drum was only a playground game,
not something that could truly kill or maim.
Little did we know...
I listened to the shells
and all I'd hear were endless seas.
Those war drums seem to always be booming.
Tension is always looming,
when purse strings need fixing.
When popularity is taking a downward swing,
and those war drums get blood boiling.
They bring all the hate to the gates.
A different colour, hate,
bomb them to the dark ages,
A different race, not like us, castigate
then blast away.
I listen to shells
and all I hear are screams
The war drums never stop
Want to be free? That isn't a choice.
Want a voice? We will drown it with ammunition noise.
Slaughter, poor innocent son or daughter
never chose to be surrounded
by the pounding war drum sounds.
Blame. If you pick a side, shame.
You will be shot down in flames.
Even if the side you're on,
is the one that wants the weapons gone.
I listen to a shell
and I hear a world gone wrong.
Pushed from own lands,
the pummelling begins, like fish in a barrel.
War crimes sound the war drum grind,
and the death bell chimes ring.
Think of the children they yell
but not those that are on the other side.
Hypocritical genocide.
Think of the women, but not those that we starve,
Cut the lights.
I listen to a shell
but all I hear is endless night,
when all you hear
are the drums sounding out.
Another rally cry.
Those that oppose must die.
We have an itch to scratch.
Those whose skin doesn't match,
those whose beliefs don't fit with ours.
Divisions made, land grab,
and in the bombed playgrounds
of wreckage strewn schools,
children dream of peace.
Two wrongs, sing twice as many funeral songs.
An eye for an eye,
leaves the image undefined.
Endless graves lay unfilled,
bodies lay under rubble undignified,
and the blood still spills.
I listen to a shell,
and only hear more bad tides.
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