WAR
by Dianne Dimabuyo

Listen good,
Listen hard.
Hear those pipes?
Be on guard.

The Pied Piper's piping and it can't be helped.
The men and the boys must soon then follow.
They can't resist those glorious pipes.
They have been called and so they must go.
The womenfolk can't join them, for they must stay behind.
They send the men out on their way.
Unbearable sorrow on their tear-stained faces.
They are not allowed into that forsaken place.

Freedom, light Freedom. The Pied Piper is she.
She's been taken captive, and they threw away the key.
Can't you hear her calling, crying, begging for help?
Go. Go. Go and set her free.
What you hear is not really the pipes;
They're the war horns blowing.
Quick! Sing your war song,
Then save the bird with the broken wing.

You think it's your big chance
To be a hero, a somebody,
But when you're out on that bloody field,
You can't believe what you see.

Gunshots like lightning, screaming for blood;
Terrified screams of terror and anguish;
Cannons sounding like the bellow of the gods,
Its purpose to demolish.

Death.
It's all around you.
You look at the others helplessly,
And know there's nothing you can do.
Prayers for the dead all over,
Last wishes for the dying.
Now that it's here, you wish it's over.
If only for this, you'd wish for no other thing.

Everything is fair in war
No matter how unthinkable it may seem.
There are no rules to this savage game.
The object is to score for your team.

So whenever that you think of war,
Think once or twice again.
It's not the glory that you imagine;
It's the death of many men.

Even though for all those deaths,
You know that you would still fight.
For Freedom you would do anything,
For she'll take your loved ones on her flight.

Stand up for what you believe is right.
Think about a decision that's wise.
Sit down and talk, that's the way!
Talk towards a compromise.

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