Industrious
Who would have thought
that so much money could be made
from humans killing humans
And how ingenuity could be harnessed to
the industrious fabrication of weapons
The unconscionable necessities of profit
design the shrapnels politics
Who would have thought
that so much luxury could be bought
from humans killing humans
Pitiful deluded patriots of weaponry
so worship the anti-life money
But in the festoon of lacerated death
target genocide on the innocent
Bitter salt to those so easily encouraged
filling bank accounts with their marching corpses
Count the coins by bloodied liters
weapons dealers are never soldiers
And who would have thought
that so many humans could be brought
to serve the armories of weapons industries
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