This is a rhyme about War.
Been asked so many times what it's good for.
Without war these realities would never be
And who can deny the charm of setting Death free?

This piece of flesh is not human,
bones shattered,
bits lying scattered among the ashes
body torn apart by shrapnel

This piece of flesh is dead lucky. It doesn't
have to live to see the pain and misery.
Never breathed more life than a statistic, But
who'd admit to the West being so sadistic?

This piece of flesh tried to escape, but
wound up in a prison run on hate
It hasn't seen a smile in 4 years
just bruises stitched lips and dried tears.

This is a rhyme about War.
Been asked so many times what it's good for.
Without war these realities would never be
Practically we'd be taking
money from the mouths of the bourgeoisie

This piece of flesh follows orders
thinking all the while of his sons and daughters
But brainwashed, forgetting that
in the end
when the smoke's cleared
and the rain falls again
Even the enemy has a next of kin.
How many fathers did you kill today?
How many young boys were led astray?

This piece of flesh is pure poison,
Built on politics of fascism
Would say anything to get ya vote, but
you'll end up with a knife against your throat.
Outnumbered by bombs and guns and politics. Never
wonder, just believe all of the rhetoric.

This piece of flesh is a fat cat
living on a fat pay packet
from his gun running racket.
Plays and pays both sides
watches on as the people die, and quotes
"make hay while the sun shines"

If we put it to a test
We're a waste of breath
We cause war and famine and death
War for oil, oil money for war
Is this what we're fighting for?

This is a rhyme about War.
Been asked so many times what it's good for.
Without war these realities would never be
And maybe, just maybe, peace would set us free.

This piece of flesh was born in a war.
Now sleeping in ruins, on factory floors,
No mother, no father, no memory of laughter,
But holding a seed of hope for the future
that could put a crack in the cycle of war.