A Wulf’s Plea For Peace

Today we remember those who gave their lives. Today we honor them, and we should. We should because those lives helped give us such amazing freedoms. One of those is the freedom to write what I am about to.

I truly salute and honor those that died fighting for us. I salute those that died fighting for reasons they were never told. Because they were told to, and they did it. They upheld their end of the bargain. We need to fight when it’s right. How about we start there? With what’s right. Not with what lines pockets. When will we uphold OUR end to take care of them? To take care of the ones that came back but didn’t. To stop sending more to die when they shouldn’t.

This is a simple plea. A plea to stop the careless disregard for human life. To stop needlessly casting more boys into the pyre. To stop tearing families apart in the name of falseness. You know who you are. This day is not about you, it is about them. This song’s about you.

Fuck you!

Gen’rals gathered in their masses,
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction,
Sorcerer of death’s construction
In the fields the bodies burning,
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind,
Poisoning their brainwashed minds
Oh Lord yeah

Politicians hide themselves away
They only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that role for the poor, yeah

Time will tell on their power minds,
Making war just for fun
Treating people just like pawns in chess,
Wait ’till their judgement day comes, yeah

Now in darkness world stops turning,
Ashes where the bodies burning
No more War Pigs have the power,
Hand of God has struck the hour
Day of judgement, God is calling
On their knees the war pigs crawling,
Begging mercies for their sins
Satan, laughing, spreads his wings
Oh Lord yeah

Songwriters: Michael Butler / Ozzy Osbourne / Tony Iommi / William Ward

14 comments

  1. Nailed it. I am quite antiwar, so I get asked (and sometimes told) about respect for troops. My respect for them is great, just like my respect for police officers, firefighters and humans, in general. I absolutely adore the good ones and have nothing for disdain for the rotten ones.When I am occasionally asked what it is I feel most about the troops that die in war, that emotion is “pity.” They are amped up with nationalistic rhetoric and sent off to die and kill for the political and monetary gain of others. For the war pigs.

    It’s sad. The best way to honor our troops on Memorial Day is to be honest about why they’ve had to die, and to stop sending them to their premature demise.

    Great words, and great song, Wulf. ✊

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    1. Exactly. Never mistake my disdain for the warmongers as disdain for the soldiers. There is a HUGE difference.

      Again, I am not clueless to the fact that we have to fight. Let’s just do it for the right reasons and take care of those that were willing to go all in.

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  2. Korea. Vietnam. Iraq. Afghanistan. What did we accomplish? Only death of goid men. Did we win? Fuck no!! Are we safer because of these wars? Fuck no! Were we allowed to win? Fuck no? I served my time and my country.

    The Vietnam Anthem:

    Well, come on all of you, big strong men,
    Uncle Sam needs your help again.
    He’s got himself in a terrible jam
    Way down yonder in Vietnam
    So put down your books and pick up a gun,
    We’re gonna have a whole lotta fun.

    And it’s one, two, three,
    What are we fighting for ?
    Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn,
    Next stop is Vietnam;
    And it’s five, six, seven,
    Open up the pearly gates,
    Well there ain’t no time to wonder why,
    Whoopee! we’re all gonna die.

    Come on Wall Street, don’t be slow,
    Why man, this is war au-go-go
    There’s plenty good money to be made
    By supplying the Army with the tools of its trade,
    But just hope and pray that if they drop the bomb,
    They drop it on the Viet Cong.

    And it’s one, two, three,
    What are we fighting for ?
    Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn,
    Next stop is Vietnam.
    And it’s five, six, seven,
    Open up the pearly gates,
    Well there ain’t no time to wonder why
    Whoopee! we’re all gonna die.

    Well, come on generals, let’s move fast;
    Your big chance has come at last.
    Now you can go out and get those reds
    ‘Cause the only good commie is the one that’s dead
    And you know that peace can only be won
    When we’ve blown ’em all to kingdom come.

    And it’s one, two, three,
    What are we fighting for ?
    Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn,
    Next stop is Vietnam;
    And it’s five, six, seven,
    Open up the pearly gates,
    Well there ain’t no time to wonder why
    Whoopee! we’re all gonna die.

    Come on mothers throughout the land,
    Pack your boys off to Vietnam.
    Come on fathers, and don’t hesitate
    To send your sons off before it’s too late.
    And you can be the first ones in your block
    To have your boy come home in a box.

    And it’s one, two, three
    What are we fighting for ?
    Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn,
    Next stop is Vietnam.
    And it’s five, six, seven,
    Open up the pearly gates,
    Well there ain’t no time to wonder why,
    Whoopee! we’re all gonna die.

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