Myself (or, Anger At War)

I thought I told you everything
That you could want to know.
My name, my age, my hobbies
But it just goes to show.

People never can be satisfied
By a snippet of my life.
And yet when it comes to a fight
They'll just reach for a knife.

It shows how screwed our world is
If you'll kill those you don't know.
And all for the sake of battle--
No thought for the family's sorrow.

I urge you to consider
Just what it is you've done.
And if it drives you crazy ...
You're not the only one.

The End

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