Fools and Donkeys

We want to kill
How else can we employ men
Except to kill
And we still make the arms

We will expel
The vanquished from their stronghold
We know full well
That we supplied their arms

So we will kill
To stay in full employment
In things to kill
All enemies in arms

Where soldiers fall
Their death brought by our action
We'll praise them all
And those who make our arms

Our arms still kill
No mothers' arms are greater
Now we must kill
To still supply all arms

Our lives aren't whole
Unless we send young men out
To reach our goal
To live and die for arms

They kill - we kill
And no-one does it better
We're made to kill
And we'll provide all arms

Our Leaders rule
Divinity incarnate
Led by a fool
Who keeps the world in arms

But he won't kill
In safety he'll be hiding
As others kill
We should be up in arms