Tell me about the war

I dreamt I was a child again
Listening to the planes above
Those days there was no peacefull dove

Once we used to play in the fields
When Spring sang songs and hearts did throb
Then guns and bombs all that did rob

For war is mean and lips are sealed
'Til fighting and death take their fll
Mobs cheer but we are quite still

But I have become an old man
Soon to approach the pearly gates
What use that war now we are mates?

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