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...