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This song captures the bitter reality of modern wars — fought not for freedom, but for profit. It points a direct finger at corporate greed, oil empires, and neoconservative war hawks who fabricate enemies to keep their wealth growing.

The protagonist — a soldier — slowly realizes that the war was never his. He was just a pawn. His enemy wasn’t the foreign soldier he killed, but the men in suits who told him to do it.

This song fits today’s conflicts perfectly — wars fought thousands of miles away under the pretense of “freedom,” while the real beneficiaries are multinational corporations, arms manufacturers, oil tycoons, and war profiteers.

It’s a song that young people — both in the military and outside it — could resonate with. It doesn’t just attack past wars like Vietnam; it attacks the continuous cycle of modern war where poor young men die to make rich old men richer.
Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
They handed me a gun and called it pride, Said,
“Go and fight for freedom — don’t ask why.”
A thousand miles from home, under foreign skies,
I met a boy just like me — watched him die.
His face was scared, his hands were red,
But the bullet was mine, and now he’s dead.
And they tell me “Son, you did just fine,”
But I know in my bones, the war ain’t mine.

[Chorus]
The war ain’t mine, but they made me fight,
Sold my soul for a politician’s right.
The war ain’t mine, and it never was,
It’s built on greed, not a noble cause.
I see their towers still standing tall,
While the bodies fall, the bodies fall...
The war ain’t mine — never was at all.

[Verse 2]
They say it’s for peace, but I see no peace,
just broken bones and blood in the streets.
They ship us home in boxes of pine,
A folded flag, and a grief that binds.
The old men smile on their thrones of gold,
Counting their profits from the young they sold.
And they tell my mother, “Your son was brave,”
But I know damn well, I was just their slave.

[Chorus]
The war ain’t mine, but they made me fight,
For a pipeline’s wealth and a banker’s right.
The war ain’t mine, and it never was,
But it’s bought and sold with a deadly cause.
The cities burn, the children cry,
While the war machine grinds on —
and we die. The war ain’t mine — just another lie.

[Bridge]
Tell me, Mister politician — where were you
When I held my brother as his body turned blue?
Tell me, Mister Oilman — how much did you make,
While I watched a mother sob, clutching a keepsake?
Tell me, Mister Banker — how big’s your vault?
While I drown in guilt — it ain’t my fault. Tell me,
Mister Neocon — did you sleep tonight?
While we turn their homes to dust and light.
But the war ain’t mine… it’s only yours.

[Chorus]
The war ain’t mine, but they made me fight,
They gave me guns, but not the right.
The war ain’t mine, it’s a rich man’s game,
But we’re the ones who burn in flame.
The coffins stack, the mothers weep,
While you talk of peace you’ll never keep.

[Outro]
And when I’m old, and my hands are worn,
I’ll still taste the blood of the boy I mourned.
I’ll still hear the bombs that shook my spine,
But I’ll still scream — “The war ain’t mine.” No, no…
The war ain’t mine.