Waking up in an ancient place
Long ago with sticks and stones
Where soldiers occupy lands
Separated by invisible lines

Battles for Kingdoms
To gain more and more
God knows
In His name we all need more

The past repeats itself
With better and new
More accurate, seen from the sky
As more and more die

The years multiply
The fallen
Carried home by an honor guard
Or set to sail in an open pyre

Praise to the mother and father
Whose child sacrificed his life
So governments and terrorists
Can play their game at any cost
Shredding, the fabric of family


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