Poppy talk

It's highly unlikey,
That any conscripted soldier who has
been to war,
Would ever condone it.
They found themselves killing and being killed
By other conscripted soldiers,
Their masters enemies now best friends,
Conspiring yet again to kill a new percieved foe.
Death does not come to the leaders,
The elite rulers playing their money games
The quest for world power,
And the ego boost to their brains.
They never marched 
or ploughed though the mud,
They never shot or wiped their bayonets
Of some poor buggers blood.
The conscripts dont want to remember all that
They'd sooner you dance to a more peacefull beat
Peace between the peoples of the world 
War only benefits the rich rich elite.