The Winners The Losers
Ashes for ashes, dust for dust,
Years have brought nothing but war.
Once they had won, once they had lost,
Yet still they must even the score.
The winners the loser, the losers the winner,
The fighting never makes sense.
S sigh of relief when the last shot is fired,
Then the situation again will get tense.
Why must it always come to death?
Its asked again and again.
Its never resolved, it starts a new fight,
Changing young boys into dead men.
Onward to death, death to the onward,
The fighting continues to kill.
Fought a strong fight, died a good death,
But war always threatens lives still.
‘Til death becomes us, and we become death,
new conflict will plaque all of our lives.
Our death’s in our hands, its all just a game,
Like young boys playing with knifes.
