Strength and peace,
How long have all lands sought these things,
Ironic that they can never coincide,
Thus when strength comes in,
Our peace is lost,
And many must needlessly die.

Our great land of Britain,
A marauder, blackguard and thief,
How long before it can remove its taints,
Of every war crime ever listed down,
When it all,
All comes down to it GB's never been a saint.

Peace seems at arms' length,
For those whose reach is all so great,
So they decide to put it off,
It seems that strength's still the trend,
Strength's so good,
It won't hurt for peace to wait.

Well I hope I speak for all,
And at least for those who wish to see an end of war,
Would you please lay your arms down,
Let's try pre-emptive peace,
Drop the weaponry,
Of war we've had our fill and we don't want strength anymore.