War. What Is It Good for?

And that's the same old story You told long ago About how not to make The same mistakes And what you've learned In all those years You said you've been through hell And still can hear the bullet sound And the tanks rolling straight Bombing hallways And everything around "Grandson, I wish I could spare you The suffering that I have been through Glad to be alive and sitting here Where would I have been without luck?" In these times when fear ruled the world It must have been hard to get along And I know you would not Have been proud Of how the world has turned With all this fear returning Not a lesson learned from history "Grandson, I wish I could spare you The suffering that I have been through Glad to be alive and sitting here Where would I have been without luck?" Now this is two thousand and seventeen Not nineteen hundred and thirty three But it seems like nothing has changed Now the wheel is turning on and on Fear is engrossing this world again You would not have been proud