we know not the meaning of peace

its just a word, we have on lease

the dove's wings clipped

the olive branch dipped

in the blood of armed forces police

as long as conflicts do abound

as long as we are held down

the righteous they fall

in spite of it all

to the hordes of nightmarish clowns

we walk through the valley of death

holding on to our last breath

attacked by the flies

the deceit, the lies

we must still drink the waters of Lethe

we know not the meaning of peace

its just a word, we have on lease

yet above the battle cries

the mourning of those who dies

call Hallelujah for this to cease

A/N ... Lethe is a river in Hades from which the souls of the dead had to drink to make  them forget all they had done and suffered when they were alive