The war my dada began...

There is this war that my dad began,
And I swore to him,
That it will go on
Go on and on, until I am gone
And then, my son will take the reins
And ensure, that it never ends,
The war my dada began…

What do I fight for?
Not for petty reasons, I insist.
Peace and security?
That ‘s what I meant by reasons petty.
It’s my pride that I protect
And of course, fears, many.
Hence, it must go on,
The war my dada began.

What happens to the lands I bomb?
Oh! Not much, really.
Anyways, death and suffering aint new to them
Nor are shells and war drums.
If you have the power,
Flaunt it, I say.
Hence. It must go on,
The war my dada began.