War

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When we threaten war

Head thrums like a drum

Visions of the gore

Want to reach for rum


When a war is near

Ears are closed to talk

Set aside the tears

No more time on clock


Lives that are lived free

Come with painful choice

For we must not flee

Nor restrict our voice


For all must defend

Lives across the earth

For we all need friends

For we all have worth


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