And thoughts of hero's deed
Reaping crops of violent form
Spreading anger's seed
Your harvest comes in gun and sword
Fruit of fear and hate
Though you aim to feed your soul
None can satiate
You trust that force will grow to peace
Yet violence fills its core
Bearing struggle stained by blood
Aggression turned to war
Soldiers, you may dream of pride
Or move in virtue's name
And though intent bear's noble mark
You've sunk to poison's game
You call your brother enemy
Although he shares your skin
Denying sister dignity
With aim to shame and win
You tell me I am foolish
That war is fate's decree
A fight for nation's safety
Defense of liberty
I cannot buy your logic
Or claim of duty's ties
For violence stirs your hearts
Replacing truth with lies
Ere a gun is lifted
You sow these seeds of scorn
And water them with violent thought
'Til plants of death are born
-C. O'Connell-
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