• What sorrow war brings,
    The angels do sing.
    Why must these people die?
    Why, I ask why?
    What is war?
    It's no simple chore.
    We all live one life.
    And because of war, it's filled with strife.
    This pain and suffering we all must share.
    And so i ask with great despair:
    When will this madness stop?
    We fight and fight,
    with all our might.
    We try and try,
    yet people still die.
    We should be making peace
    But we choose war like a disease.
    What will become of all this madness?
    Suffering, pain, and great sadness.
    No one wins or loses when people die.
    Families mourn, while loved ones cry.
    All these bombs being created.
    Such a problem must be debated.
    Grenades, missles, and warheads
    Aren't there enough people dead?
    Terrorists attacking planes,
    All this violence should be tamed.
    Security must be enforced,
    For evolution to take his course.