There’s something to be said
About how far along we’ve come.
Hundreds of years ago it all seemed so personal.
You could look into a man’s eyes
As your sword pierced his gut.
Then we stood at forty paces
And held our muskets true.
We aimed for the man in the front line,
But took out the guy to his left.
It’s so easy now
To push a button and drop a bomb.
You don’t have to look at your enemy at all.
