You’re out of Luck
You may be the strongest,
Bravest and fittest,
But a missile doesn’t care!
You may have all the skills,
Be great at fighting,
But it’d still catch you unaware.
You may think that you’re so tough
So macho and invincible
But a drone doesn’t give a fuck.
You can hide in the strongest shelter
When the button is pressed
You’re plum out of luck!
There’s nothing tough and macho about war. No man is safe from a missile.
The big, strong, skilful macho men used to be highly valued. They kept us all safe. Not any more. They’re the ones we have to be wary off. They are the trouble-makers.
I war you see the swagger melt away. No muscles are hard enough to stop bullets and shrapnel.
The guys who are in charge are safe in bunkers pushing buttons.
If you survive a war it’s all down to luck.
There’s nothing, nothing, nothing, good about war.