I hate war,
But even more
I hate your clenched fists,
You use to solve the problems,
That you can not deal with
As a human.
Not as a man.
Cause it's so male you tell me
"We are men, we have to deal with it our own way".
There's not much difference
Between you and the hated soldier
On your tshirt except the fact,
That he obeys orders
And you – you order yourself.
You order yourself!
War!
You have war on your hands.
When you have blood on your hands
Then you have war on your hands