Spoken word poem

War is more than mothers crying for lost sons and daughters
War is more than death and killing 
War

It's an emotion, that is filled with our hate and rage
An emotion that we set free from a cage 
To stop the pain 
That has been locked up and chained
For war is where killing is accepted
And murder is condoned 
War

where opposing sides aren't thought of as equals
and aren't thought of as humans
where those who were once brothers and sisters of love
now bloody themselves in each others hate
in a war they call civil
war

An incurable plague
That takes many, young and old
A disease that flows through our veins from the very beginning to the very end
And maybe when that end arrives we arrive at peace
War

It hungers for pain
Like a missile hitting a plane 
Setting off pain 
Like a bullet to the head
of an innocent man
War

A catastrophe of violence 
Caused by men in suits
And fought by men in rags
Who barely make minimum wage
And barely make by on rent
War

Where justice flies out the window
Like a missile out a country 
Into the unexpected populace

War it ain't pretty
So don't expect it to end in smiles and cheers
War, war never changes