Thursday, 3 November 2016

Stop This War

Stop this war, I want to go home
I have a mother, father, sister, and brother back home.
Why am I here seeing people killed, I don't know,
I am sick, tired, and hungry and want to be alone.

Stop this war, I want to go home,
I have a mother, father, sister, and brother back home...

I am a peace-keeper, but I haven't known any peace,
Out here its sound of guns, bombs, mines, of the beasts.
I remember my countryside, its rivers, and mountains,
It's a barren desert here, there's nothing but guns and ammunition.

Stop this war, I want to go home,
I have a mother, father, sister, and brother back home...

Everywhere I look, there's death, destruction and tears,
Our dreams have given way to nightmares and fears.
Leaders in tall towers, wearing suits, in air-conditioned cars,
Look at your brothers and father living behind bars.

Stop this war, I want to go home,
I have a mother, father, sister, and brother back home...

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