The men have all been called to war
Above us jet planes always soar
They said Christmas, nothing more
When will this come to an end?
Boys so young must risk their lives
Men, like Dad, must leave their wives
Women building guns and knives
What will bring upon the end?
The day we heard my brother died
I sat upon my bed and cried
To think he’d almost been denied
How will this come to an end?
The men have all been called to war
When will this come to an end?
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