War with all it's toil and strife
War with all it's needless loss of life
What's it that makes such fools of men
To search out and kill their own kin
The lust of few, their greed for gold
Over and over the story's been told
Men such fools, they maim and kill
Just for the pockets of few to fill
And when the wars over and peace declared
Only a few of the brave are spared
And God in heaven who all can see
says to himself what fools men must be.


My grandfather wrote this while a POW in WWII

"ur grandma must understood the outcome of the war." Good, keep her words alive and use them wisely

not sure what this song is called but it goes


War!Huh!
What is it good for? Absolutley nothing!

That is such a touching poem...
It must be a wonderful treasure to be able to read somethng from you grandfather's past like that...
Wonderful wise words...