War Games

War Games

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I wrote this a long time ago

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War Games
 
Standing all alone in this cold dark world
Searching for the source, these mindless games
The sun is cooling down, it’s energy is all used up
The coulds are growing darker, the wind is at an end
The food is growing short, nothing else will grow
This haze upon the land, stopping all it can…..
 
Chorus
War games when will it ever end, destroying all that stands
Re-build destroy again
The enemy is the enemy within
To love to hate, the joy of terrifying fear
Terrifying fear
 
Nuclear explosions a hundred count this year
Are tearing up the land we love, are your children here
There’s no space to get away from all this devastation
No place to hide no place to run just me and my frustration
 
Chorus
War games when will it ever end, destroying all that stands
Re-build destroy again
The enemy is the enemy within
To love to hate, the joy of terrifying fear
Terrifying fear
 
Living in this material world, will no longer be
For all our prized possessions can’t help our destiny
Why can’t peace be a solution, not every leader cares to see
A clear blue day
 
Chorus
War games when will it ever end, destroying all that stands
Re-build destroy again
The enemy is the enemy within
To love to hate, the joy of terrifying fear
Terrifying fear
 

© 2009


Author's Note

I wrote this during my hippy days in the early 70's

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War seen from a true hippies eyes. Did the lens in your rose colored glasses crack like mine did? War is as atrocious today as it was during Vietnam. Peace will always be sought and the one tin soldier will always ride away. You did a great job telling of the destruction wrought by the act of war. Keep singing my friend this song can never be sung too much. May the world find peace within itself before the fatal destuction occurs.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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War seen from a true hippies eyes. Did the lens in your rose colored glasses crack like mine did? War is as atrocious today as it was during Vietnam. Peace will always be sought and the one tin soldier will always ride away. You did a great job telling of the destruction wrought by the act of war. Keep singing my friend this song can never be sung too much. May the world find peace within itself before the fatal destuction occurs.

Posted 14 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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