The Ascension
In war there’s no mercy
With aged nor infancy
Women and children first
On the Grim Reaper’s hearse
Politicians all smile
And Generals hostile
Young solider do and die
You’re told pie in the sky
How much blood needs to spill?
How many kids to kill?
Before we work for peace,
For pointless deaths to cease?
Let’s slay poverty
Let’s share property
Let’s spread hope everywhere
By making trading fair.
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