When the Rich Wage War
When the rich wage war
Power is intimidating
To the head low
If not his ego
Will rise his shoulder
Higher beyond his
Fears
Then the disabled
Is able to look at
The world and see
Their Shadows in reality
When the rich wage war's
The poor die
Either in silent
Or violence
Shadow speak then
But for who
Is it for the dead
Is it for the fire
Is it for hell
The grave will
Also say a lot
When we are finally
Ready for the war
Of the rich
When the rich wage war
They turn evil
They breath like the
Fuel of hell
They suddenly becomes
The twins to devil
They no longer feel
Cos they taken
Taken away by the
Powers of darkness
How can the blind
See in the dark
In this state of the mind
Confusion Is equal to madness
That why they wage a war
Of no reparation
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