Per Cod

IT MATTERS NOT

It matters not
if the bullet that hit me
wants me to be bound, or to be free.

When the war is finally over
and one side has won,
my mother will still weep
when she thinks of her son

War keeps us on our toes
that we not be overrun by our foes.

But I think, my friend, we do a trade;
give away peace, place the world in the shade
for often war is when progress is made