• 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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