531 (01.12.2015)

The way to peace must be to drop some bombs,
Since they're fanatics with fanatic views,
And all of us at home like Peeping-Toms
Waiting to see the pictures on the news.
They'll make it a bit sterile though of course,
No pictures of no disembowelled kids,
No bloodied mothers howling with remorse,
No realism common sense forbids.
Who wants to see that sort of thing at night,
When families are eating evening meals?
Just flex our muscle's military might,
Who cares how burning flesh on children feels?
Now everybody knows it's time for war,
And nobody can stop it anymore.

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