THE DOGS OF WAR
We dream of peace yet still we fight
with rifles in our hand

We leave the dead and dying
their blood shed on the land

We always teach our children
that loves the only way

But then The Dogs Of War
come and carry them away

They take away their names
in return are given tags

And those left dead or dying
always come home in a bag

The saddest part about it
is you'd think we'd one day learn

To lock the past behind us
so the Dogs could not return

But far off in the distance
I hear their thunder roar

And once again they've come to take
our children off to war

by Thomas Harvey
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