War Mongers and Pacifists:
A Poem From Galahad Destinado
The meek and weak say war is ever so bleak
Why, it is so full of sadness, you might die
They dream of the day where warriors have a sense of right and wrong
In a world where everyone can get along
The strong wish the war would stretch along
The clash of steel as warriors cut and slash
An abhorrence of peace they make sure
Their confidence and strength, they need not reassure
To be tough and rough is but a bluff
All men die, it is but a matter of when and why
Your heart and soul are after all not so pure
Don't fret however, for nothing will endure
For everything shall fade and become obscure...
A Poem From Galahad Destinado
The meek and weak say war is ever so bleak
Why, it is so full of sadness, you might die
They dream of the day where warriors have a sense of right and wrong
In a world where everyone can get along
The strong wish the war would stretch along
The clash of steel as warriors cut and slash
An abhorrence of peace they make sure
Their confidence and strength, they need not reassure
To be tough and rough is but a bluff
All men die, it is but a matter of when and why
Your heart and soul are after all not so pure
Don't fret however, for nothing will endure
For everything shall fade and become obscure...