As the wheels turn we head home

Before I know it, BOOM!!!

With the force of national hatred

We are left with friends dead

The dust settles and now its LIFE

LIFE is my goal, as I approach

At this moment instinct and love are my coach

Men screaming and laid out on the desert floor

This is poor killing poor, with that we all lose

Who can we accuse? Who’s to blame?

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