Waking Up to War is Not a Pleasant Thing

Waking up to war

Is not a pleasant thing.

Aeroplanes flying overhead,

Ships bringing back the dead.

Mothers weeping over sons.

Fathers advocating guns.

Arabs dying, soldiers frying,

Jews crying, Christians sighing,

Was this the way it’s meant to be

Or has it been a bit too much about me?

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Waking up to war is not a pleasant thing

Our atmosphere is hatred.

The hemisphere is tainted.

The sky has been painted,

And we have finally fainted.

Money is in short supply.

Food has vanished and we sigh.

Men and women say goodbye,

And the children always ask us why.

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Waking up to war Is not a pleasant thing.

Our leaders have decided,

And we are too divided.

Focused on our acquisition best,

Not for us to care about the rest,

The world’s been starving,

And we’ve been carving

A place for us to play.

Was that only yesterday?

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Waking up to war Is not a pleasant thing.

This our parents knew.

So they set about to renew

A United Nations that would care,

And a world that would share,

But yuppie puppy thought his pleasure

Was a greater treasure.

Now we’ve woken up to war.

Oh, why didn’t we share a little more.