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THE FUTILITY OF IT ALL
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Oh the futility of war,
the utter waste,
so many lives lost, for evermore.
Why does it always, come to this,
what does it take,
to live in harmony, and bliss.
I'm am nearing my three score years, and ten,
yet I cannot remember when,
there wasn't a war.
When I was just a lad,
for five long years, I hardly saw my dad.
he was fighting for king, and country
while I was being taught to hate, and kill the enemy.
Sixty years later the fighting, and hatred still goes on,
it's like disease passed from father to son.
I don't think that the earth will ever see peace,
until all of mankind is deceased.
