Muhammad Raza Master - No more War

Guns on soldiers’ back
Bones going crack
Bodies going flying
Everybody’s dying
Bombs going boom
Thoughts of loved ones loom
You shoot who anyone who tries to shoot you
And you fight with mud in your shoe
Living in muddy trenches
With heavy rain that drenches
Puddles red from blood
Sleeping in horrible mud
There's is nothing left but gloom
And wondering whether here will become your tomb
Eating only stale bread
And scared of becoming dead
But they don't have a choice
They can't share their voice
You follow sergeant’s orders
And kill across enemy borders
Answer don't come from blood
Or bodies dead in the mud
People die in war
So let's make war no more

Muhammad Raza Master

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