War Tired

Aren’t you tired of waging war?
sacrificing first your first born:
Husband then son then daughter.

Aren’t you tired of waging war? 
Shunning, silencing and exiling
Mothers, brothers, sisters then father.

Aren’t you tired of waging war? 
Calling to them then turning from
Friends and family all forsaken alike.

Aren’t you tired of waging war? 
As for he who saved your child’s life,
You sent him away: child and father’s love forever lost.

But you’ll tire of waging war,
When there’s no one left to fight.
Then you’ll sheath knife, gun and sword.
Fall asleep then wake to a peaceful light.

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