As the wheels turn we head home
Before I know it, BOOM!!!
With the force of national hatred
We are left with friends dead
The dust settles and now its LIFE
LIFE is my goal, as I approach
At this moment instinct and love are my coach
Men screaming and laid out on the desert floor
This is poor killing poor, with that we all lose
Who can we accuse? Who’s to blame?
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