Beyond sanguine songbooks and saccharine salutes.
Rationalizations and root-toot-toot toots.
Flags planted firmly on hills which to die.
Jets in formations one less than five.
Twenty-one guns loaded with blanks.
One single man, one row of tanks.
Walls that divided, walls that did fall.
Crumbling, Crumbling. Crumbling all.
Uniforms buried as more we wake up.
Peace inside you and then Peace inside us.
Arms into plowshares and hands holding hands.
Peace is that easy, once we all stand.
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