The Glory of War

The Glory Of War

The most obscene words that I abhor are hunger, poverty and war.
There’s not enough money to feed the poor but there’s always plenty to fight a war.

Old men send young men out to fight and tell them that their in the right. You’ll come home a hero they are told but hero’s never live to grow old.

You kill someone or someone kills you, that’s what soldiers have to do. Where’s the glory of being dead in a wooden box to rest your head.

Where’s the glory to a young wife, to know that her husband has lost his life, no more the love from she would crave, just a rotting corpse in a shallow grave.

All this money we spend on war could heal the sick and feed the poor.

This world could be better than before when ordinary folk say “no more war”. We don’t want to kill and fight, we can live together and do what’s right. Lets live together in honest trade, that’s when the ghost of war is laid.