Ég var/er að hlusta ´disk með Bruce Dickinson sem heitir Balls To Picasso og þar voru eitt lag sem mér fannst eiga við miðað við ástandið í dag. Lagið heitir Gods of war

When I was younger I thought
that to kill, or be killed was a thing
to be proud of
Victim of change, prisoner of hope,
hanged by the neck on the end of a rope
I don't know…
I don't care…

Oh, one of the damned
Oh, part of the plan

Cry oh, oh, oh, the gods of war
They howl and cry for more
Cry oh, oh, oh, the gods of war
They howl and cry for more

Now taking both sides at a time, on the front line
You can join in the fear
Share in the bloodshed
Investing your money in guns, the infinite fun
of the warlord you saved
From the rusty grave

Oh, one of the damned
Oh, part of the plan

Cry oh, oh, oh, the gods of war
They howl and cry for more
Cry oh, oh, oh, the gods of war
They howl and cry for more

Oh, one of the damned
Oh, part of the plan

Cry oh, oh, oh, the gods of war
They howl and cry for more
Cry oh, oh, oh, the gods of war
They howl and cry for more