Just let the evil empires shrivel and shrink,
while their misguided leaders take them to the brink.
Ain't gonna support no military-industrial complex,
cranks out armament with bully muscles to flex.

While we grind up young lives in unnecessary wars,
abandon lots of arms to our enemies' stores.
Think that we can create nations to our bidding,
while ancient hatreds ferment, waiting in hiding.

Success in global strategy is not boots on the ground,
it's through diplomacy and policing the bad that is around.
Than a thousand soldiers bunkered and afraid in the night.
we don't need no more PTSD to give our families fright!

War in the future will be like a videogame.
No macho men will risk lives in vain.
The only way to fight terrorism is a surgical strike.
War done with robots and software spike.

G.I. Joe, Danny and Johnny will not have to go,
the world will come together to fight a greater foe.
save earth to the Eden that it was--restore, not war.
We fought over for millennia uncounted before.

Ain't gonna fit a war no more.
Gonna work to restore, restore.

We need to recruit a civilian corps of youth without
Job prospects into a well-paid international relief
squad like the old Peace Corps. The Armed Forces need
to reorganize to be able to deal with 21st-century
threats like cyber wars and economic wars.

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