Aim, shoot, bang, crash,
Scream, fall, broken, smash.
Sniped a bullet through his head,
Leave him dying on a blood stained bed.
Son of two, father of four,
Thinking you could fix it, you've started a war.

"Prepare to all die, children and wives!"
Out of this large population, nobody survives.
"Our bombs hit them, sir, we've finally won,"
"The war has just started, son, its only just begun."

Hunting down one man, killing those in the way,
Refusing to turn to God, shunning him away.
Wiping out innocents, looking for one face,
Discriminating against others because of their race.
Shooting down men, stealing their land,
Wiping out thousands, with a simple command.

Send through their city, a fleet of your tanks,
Be known as a hero, and heighten your ranks.
Lead through the jungle a band of your men,
Raise the death toll from nine hundred to ten.

Slam the doors of your White House on your people,
Pray for mankind, for the bird on the steeple.
Safeguard your president, yet leave your own kids,
Its peace and happiness that the government forbids.

Instead start a war, because of your faults,
On innocent people, plan to make assualts.
Destroy the men, the fathers and sons,
Yet turn your back on the priests and the nuns.
Kill all the women, the mothers and girls,
To see their blood spilt is more precious than pearls.

"Mum, wheres our father, why is he not here?"
Says the child, as from her eye escapes a single tear.
"Your father died to save you, save this house and I,
"He did not have a chance to then say goodbye."

Pull the pin, throw and duck,
Aim the grenade inside their truck.
Set the man and truck aflame,
Leave him to die without a name.
Son of two, father of four,
Thinking you could fix it, you've started a war.
 
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