War In Our World

War is a time of trouble,
A place for men to live in rubble,
Where weapons are accepted
and leaders are elected.

War is a time of sadness,
Where the faint hearted will be drawn to madness,
As the enemy falls do they feel a sigh of relief
yet some fly high while others still stand in belief.

Oh God why must there be war,
Leaving all the worlds men sore,
Let there be peace,
may their blooded uniforms crease.

Bring the men home,
Let them visit the beauties of Rome,
For in this day and age war should be passed,
And our world will be in peace, at last.