9... The concept of war weakens me

The concept of war weakens me

Weaken I say, weaken,

Its sick, sick I tell you.

World watch out,

No-one watches out for you.

Strange, but most war situations,

Are solved at the conference table.

It weakens me because it seems so simple,

To discuss before death occurs,

Simple but never done.

Death is accustomed to birth,

Beautiful birth exists,

While painful death is a reality.

Dealing with both is hard, no doubt,

Nothing prepares us for it,

It must be experienced firsthand.

Watch death in the face,

It turns my stomach,

Watch birth,

It pulls my heart strings.

Strange how crying is not just down to pain,

But also shows pure uncontrollable emotion.

Birth is just so magical, hard to explain,

Amazing in every way, never forgotten.