The only fight

Arabs and Jews are fighting side by side.
Irish and English face their common foe.
Skinheads and Blacks join in a brother's band.
None seem to see the vow they share 'till death,
Even themselves, as in a blinding rage
They torture and maim for a jester's cause.
In each hundred years turns another page,
The players change; the fight stays the same.
The commanders unknown to those who charge on.
Destruction and Life in opposing camps:
Guns and bandages, bread and cyanide;
The dance of death, the embrace of murder.
From each human soul to God's pearly gates
Roars the one war that's real, 'tween Love and Hate.

--- Jer