“THIS GREAT WAR” 16 Feb 04

As the sun falls over the desert plain
The world looks so small
When viewed from a plane
I wonder above it all

The endless miles of roads
The beauty of what man creates
I used to know it all
I used to think we could be saved

As the archeologist takes
The remains and wonders
About the cause
Was it enough for a race

To be run

I was the minotaur
The monster unloved in the maze
Looking for a reason for
This Great War

In This Great War,
The paths of glory lead to the grave
For a manufactured cause
This is what you are dying for.

In this Great War,
Our time is running short
We are the dinosaurs
We are the oil reserves

That the next generation will fight for.

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