Gulf in Beliefs

Religious hate of jealous pride
The strong committed genocide
The waste of life, the human tide
Of dead bodies float through the night
Through it all, our time we bide
Wait for the right time to strike
Then in we go one simple stride
Attack forthwith but hurt both sides
We went for good, we made it worse
And that’s why all the old men curse
That war

Destruction on a global scale
Opponents all locked up in jail
A brand new war where daddy failed
A new set of orphans to wail
The reasons covered by a veil
A flimsy WMD tail
Excuses given have gone stale
As more and more coffins are nailed
The traffic jam, another hearse
And that’s why all the young men curse
This war

With British troops and Spanish aid
We’ll secure it for the oil trade
All dreams of glory slowly fade
As through the open graves we wade
With old friends lost, enemies made
For rich men’s dreams, the troops have paid
As the new PM backs away
Whispering, “It’s no mistake”
And all this just to fill their purse
That’s why all the future will curse
‘That War’