RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: ISRAEL
To Win is To Lose
It does not matter what happens next
We know what follows down the road
The blood has just begun to flow
The death, the tears, the cries of woe
No one will remember why
No one really knows
We will think of it and sigh
As the need for vengeance grows
You cannot win this kind of war
Though victories are proclaimed
Each blow will wound you to the core
The aggressor always faces blame
A hundred years of misery
That’s what we have in store
A hundred years of payback
For starting this brutal war
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