My hero; your villain
we mourn; you celebrate
we praise; you despair
right; right
wrong; wrong
each says, as
we die; you die
war, war.
Born a year earlier; later
this land; that land
hero’s become villains, then,
villains are hero’s
from celebrating to tears
from dejection to jubilation
all cause the groud changed
but not the emotions or understandings we feel
war, war.
Detachment not attachment
love for man not for land
traditions, religions, and cultures secondary to the
individual, sapien and being
not a patriot, archaic like nationalism
nor a puppet moving on strings
neither your beliefs told to you
then
war, war
no more.
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