Who am I to say what is wrong?
Who am I to change those scars?
The cuts run deep. Fissures to the stars
Split open and ruined
Why is this Earth so scarred?

Who am I to complain of the source?
Who am I to exploit the rocky and sore?
Stained from the blood of thousands
The violent, low blows
Why is this Earth so scarred?

I watched the soldiers run
Run across the dead Earth
Forced to travel to west lands.
Eagle heads giving orders to the mass
Forcing to kill, to control
Said to “cause peace”

What is to be done
When peace is the war?

What is to be done
When the good do the bad?

The struggle for peace
Is the changling for war


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