Ink over war

Look around…

How many names does it take

Before we admit the ink ran out?

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I was raised on stories of glory and grit

Of men with a mission and powder that spit

But nobody mentioned the cost of the lie

Or how many mothers just quietly cried

You draw up a line, call it “honor” and “land”

Put a weapon in trembling, unready hands

Say “fight for your country,” but what does that mean?

When the soil gets soaked in the blood of the teens?

We write up the orders in cursive and gold

But the letters come back with the edges all cold

Every signature’s neat, every speech is rehearsed

But the front line truth is a thousand times worse

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You say it’s a duty, say it’s for peace

But peace don’t come from a trigger release

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Oh—

We keep on trading lives for pride

While the truth gets buried on either side

Tell me who’s winning when mothers cry?

War don’t make heroes, it multiplies graves

Oh—

We paint it noble, dress it in lies

But it’s just young souls we’re sacrificing

If freedom’s the goal, then why does it feel

Like we’re all just losing in different ways?

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History books got a glamorous tone

But they skip over bones that were never brought home

They glorify generals, battles, and schemes

But never the soldiers who died in between

A pawn on a board, just a number to call

While the ones at the top never risk it at all

They shake hands in suits while the bombs hit the ground

And the echo of silence is the loudest sound

You call it “defense,” they call it “attack”

Different perspectives, same body count stack

If God’s on your side and He’s on theirs too

Then tell me—who’s He supposed to choose?

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We inherit the anger, we carry the flame

But nobody stops just to question the game

If we’re all human—if we all bleed red…

Why are we taught to aim for the head?

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Lay down the rifles, pick up a pen

Rewrite the ending again and again

‘Til the only thing falling is hatred and pride

And the only thing rising is truth we can’t hide

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Oh—

We keep on trading lives for pride

Drawing more borders, dividing the lines

Tell me who’s winning when history repeats?

War don’t make peace—it just makes more grief

Oh—

No more excuses, no more disguise

No more sending the young to die

If we really want change, then we gotta admit—

War ain’t brave…

…it’s just dumb as it gets.

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So put down the drums…

And listen to the silence.