This isn't pretty but it's true

I cry for the leaders who lead us to war,
for innocent ones who die on far shore.
I cry for the cities toppled by hate.
I cry for all nations,
little and great who fight for freedom and peace with a gun,
bury their children when the fighting is done.
Who gave us the power to govern all men?
How many wars do we have to win?
What price must we pay for the freedom of few?






Killing the Future before they've lived Today...