Peace Crazy War Tore
Look at the peace crazy war tore,
Here, a list of The Dead I saw:
Sitters in fluffy chairs floor,
The narrowest room space for four!
Pity the Peace Painful Plight tore.
Listen to the pains victims bore:
"Also fear the just wars with laws;
Still carnivores with their own claws!"
Bullets rip through firmly closed doors;
The sight of roofs during war bores,
Not much food in the once-filled stores,
Time customers failed to pay whores...
I know not a fight without sores,
Wars more than a fight, sure some sores.
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