We are all but pupils to this world; a simple kind with simple minds,

And scruples not worth heard, we tend to rationalize our casualties,

Believe to say its only peace we seek to find, but the truth is murder is,

Is murder does; and just because, people are deceived to believe in such.

It doesn’t seem to change the fact that we are students to be taught,

Although some of us are bright enough to question what its brought.

War disease, adaptively deceives its worth, then captures our integrity.

It happens way to fast to see, so rapidly, still war results in only tragedy

Quite simply, if it were up to you and me, I’d hope we’d do it differently.