What is war?
Is war for truth? Or just a lie?
War is death, delusions and denial.
Lives lost in fire and ice, those slain.
War is something always in style.
Think twice so your life's not in vain.
What is peace?
Is it real? Or war awry?
Peace is truth, or so they say.
End of things uncouth, part of knight's round.
Unsown fields re-grown in day.
All paid in worthless dreams abound.
Does either exist?
For one with eyes will know.
To hide away their loves,
Before the next fresh snow.