"Never think that war,
No matter how necessary,
Nor how justified,
Is not a crime"(Ernest Hemingway)

Man against man,
Children’s killing children’s,
And the army still draft,
For bigger wars of butchery

The cry at night of a mother,
That her son hasn’t come back,
The deep silence of a child,
That has no brother anymore

They say that it will end soon,
But all we see is the red full moon,
From the blood of man who died,
And the say it will be all right

All the false hope they give,
By lying and preaching,
Feeling no remorse to take it all,
But one thing will never be theirs,
Cause death is ours to live,

Parents can't bear with the sorrow,
Of their own children’s death before theirs,
Death belongs to us,
Not to wars