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| 337. Torture They say we tortured our prisoners We forced them to do horrible things Our guards turned them into slobbering blobs And subdued them with whatever sadism brings These acts of vile irreverence Were broadcast around the planet Our critics were quick to say harsh words Especially about how we could condone it While there is no excuse for such behavior War breeds the worst in men For retribution is taken without thought And spreads quickly from where it began But those who have never served or fought Or watched their comrades fall and die Know not what darkness grows in hate Or else they wouldn’t wonder why |
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