Battle ax ready

The blood from the conquests
Remains in the minds
Yes someone will recall
Where drawn were the Maginot lines

What are we to make of wars
For seventy years undeclared
Riches squandered for "liberty"
New weapons that were prepared

A bomb which kills people
But leaves buildings
Oh yeah be proud of those
Collateral damage worth it
For that is just how fighting goes

My one judgment leaves me numb
For so long seems the fight
A standard however is constant
For might is what makes right