Pacifist
Conqueror, yours is no face
You’re a multiplied war bringer
As much as I love my place
Don’t expect I’d lift a finger
To protect my home and stuff
From your occupation
May you never get enough
Of your violation
Wars are well appreciated
Understood and criticized
The barbarians dictated
Their proud little mind
For so long, that it became
Kind of norm in this quagmire
But I wouldn’t play war game
Burn my life, enjoy the fire
Anyway I won’t concede
To the sinisterization
I belong to dying breed
To the human nation..
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