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By
Ramona Thompson
War Is Money
So what if it makes money?
It spills
Far too much blood
In the name of the almighty oil and greed
It’s a damn shame
We let it rule
Put our brains on freeze
Just so we can say
We were bigger and tougher than the other guy
Too many still and lifeless bodies
Too many parts blown off
All over a useless battlefield
What monsters do we become?
What chances do we waste?
Just to undermine these nameless others
These faceless drones
We send our own to battle
Just because we can
How native
How foolish
How much more before we understand?
War is never the answer
