Watch them march off to the wars,
brainwashed to think that killing is right.
They are their government pawns. Their whores,
used and then forgotten. Bred only to fight.
They go into battle with the enemy, crying
their war whoop vainly in the smoke filled air.
"For love of God and country!" Trying
to get God to take sides in their childish affair.
We kill each other in the name of love,
and must bear the guilt of Macbeth.
I pray someday we will rise above
hate to see that love can play no part in death.