I'm sick of it
Let the battles of men
Be vanquished and settled
Warmongers relenquish
your murderous fettle
Let every mother
Clutch her son to her bosom
Disband all of the armies
That lead them to harm
OH for a world at peace with itself
Out on the battlefields silence will fall
No need for our children
To rise up to the call
Our brothers and neighbours
Conversant and friendly
Political Musclemen
With biceps unflexed
We can love all of our enemies
If no enemies exist
The extinction of vocabularies
Fighting desists
What price would we pay
Apart from false pride
Why would we have need
To scurry and hide
When the sirens are wailing
with death by our side
Peace is apparently out of our reach
But its nice to imagine that
One day it will come
Staying with us always
As will our sons
Be vanquished and settled
Warmongers relenquish
your murderous fettle
Let every mother
Clutch her son to her bosom
Disband all of the armies
That lead them to harm
OH for a world at peace with itself
Out on the battlefields silence will fall
No need for our children
To rise up to the call
Our brothers and neighbours
Conversant and friendly
Political Musclemen
With biceps unflexed
We can love all of our enemies
If no enemies exist
The extinction of vocabularies
Fighting desists
What price would we pay
Apart from false pride
Why would we have need
To scurry and hide
When the sirens are wailing
with death by our side
Peace is apparently out of our reach
But its nice to imagine that
One day it will come
Staying with us always
As will our sons
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