My mother said, "I don’t get war.
This killing makes no sense to me.
If I kill you I’m sent to jail;
In uniform I kill for free.
You know the answers, tell me son".
I know just where I will begin.
It’s all about philosophy.
Ours is the one we need to win.
If I kill one that’s personal;
A crime we can not tolerate.
When we defend our way of life
We kill no one; we’re killing hate.
“What can we do?”, my mother asks.
“This killing’s going to do us in.”
My mother’s wise beyond her years.
She knows in war no one will win.
So this is what I said to her.
Just look at our philosophy.
They’re meant to fill the void within
Ignoring our biology.
Capacities we have to fill
That are unique in all respects.
Unless we act within ourselves
Our conflicts are the sole effects.
If we realize capacities
Our directions run parallel.
It’s when we try to fill the void
We create life that is like ‘hell’.
And so the ‘hell’ of war we have
As constant in our daily life.
By seeing that the ‘hell’ is us
We can create ‘heaven’ from strife.