Who's wars do we die in,
give our children to,
destroy or world for?
Do we know?

We know beauty and love,
but do we know truth?
We uplift whom we cherish,
but do we cherish peace?
We fight to protect,
but do we care to build?
We reach out for knowledge,
but do we aim to understand?
We strife to live in comfort,
but do we strife to survive?

We are soldiers,
sworn to obey,
not to think,
to cherish lies,
not life.
Why?
When sanity becomes aborted
we are ruled by lies,
we become soldiers
of lies,
with all our hearts.

Rolf A. F.Witzsche

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