•  Some men die , their women cry 
•  the children can’t understand
•  Their fathers won’t be coming home 
• from far off war torn land.
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•  They are buried with full honour
•  with the sound of gun salute
•  they’re surrounded by their families 
• and with men in somber suits   
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• As years go by and tears run dry
•  and with peace again restored
•  the children of their children
•  play war games with their swords
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• They play with guns and rifles
• They say it’s not a crime 
• For now it has come to be 
• An American pastime

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