It isn’t that I’ve been to war
Or even heard its distant sound,
And yet I’ve seen it all before –
The corpse-strewn, bloodstained battleground.
And that’s not all that I contain;
It’s clear I’m just like anyone
Who ever sought to ease their pain,
Equipped with either sword or gun.
And so, each time I hear the knell
Which means another’s gone to earth,
My mind returns to that same hell
Where soldiers fight for all they’re worth.
And, though my nature’s love and peace,
That doesn’t mean that war will cease.
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