Guerra

War, war, war
A word that encloses
Inside of me
The fear of the end
End to kill
Kill to end
With all the love
With all the warmth
That still exists in the world
Despite being filthy, filthy because
They make you
Cry for what you see

Peace, peace, peace
I know there's no more
But I try to forget
That we will die
Die very young
Because of fear
Because of crazies
That I know are not few
Who want it this way
For everyone an end
Through war
Making it sweep
From the face of the earth
Everything that exists
My God, it will be sad