War Children
One-Two-Three-Thud-Boom!
Ding-Dong-Ding-Dong-Ding…
Mourn oh bells the tender life of children
Gushing from a hole of hatred
Materialized thru metal casings
In a land where we’ve made staking
To keep our way still in the making
With children dying and leaders faking
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