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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