Bore is a war, better to just get a piece,

Lore of war, not a succulent feast,

More we have of war, less we have of young men, at least,

Store the world’s weapons, making cakes with the grease,

Whore be that of battles, herein we need to decrease,

Soar into battles, go our boys in planes, in the sky they fly like geese,

Tore unto hearts of mothers, who’s boys do become men in an instant, their

                                     lives just on lease…

 War is the whore…The only answer is...................Peace!

                                © ed – 5/2/04