Masters Of War

A little boy there once was, ask did he;
“Daddy, daddy, why do the crosses cover the field so?”
The Daddy, to the little boy turned, answer did he;
“Because we are Masters of War.”
A weeping mother there once was, ask did she;
“Soldier, soldier, why do you train my son bloodthirsty so?”
The Soldier, to the weeping mother turned, answer did he;
“Because we are Masters of War.”
An old man there once was, ask did he;
“Murderer, murderer, why do you come kill our people so?”
The Murderer, to the old man turned, answer did he;
“Because we are Masters of War.”
An ancient Earth there once was, ask did it;
“Human, human, why do you perfect your own destruction so?”
The Human, to the ancient Earth turned, answer did he;
“Because we are Masters of War.”

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