War is No One's friend

War comes again and again 

War is the Reapers only friend

The poor fight on and the rich stay home 

Fighting to keep their money 

And when the game of chess is over 

and the bodies lay in  the field 

The reaper comes and grows his crop

oh what a deadly yield

There will be mother's crying 

and coffin buying 

and the rich ride around in their cars 

while the poor cry over their loved one's lost 

and sing about them in bars 

who wins in this game called war 

who wins when they trim the herd 

the reaper wins and we lose 

and not a whisper was even heard 

Humans in a hurry to become like the Dodo bird 

Humans don't respect the mother earth 

Humans in a hurry to say goodbye

War kills all with nary a word. 

War is no one's friend.......But the Reaper's.