Is a war then something thought up by the old and feeble men
and a phallus symbol bringing up rear troupes
let them slaughter and disfigure and remember the Big Ben
it's the perfect image of a penis, oooops
load your bullets and your rockets they will penetrate the fear
always hold your army rifles full erect
when your foes advance and trample you and leave you only sheer
major terror and you're thinking to defect
then it's time to say good bye to calls for battles to begin
just deny the bastards all their bloody warring
don't attend and join the millions who will set their stubborn chin
to defy the aging gangsters and their whoring.
Herbert Nehrlich
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wars-whores-mores/
