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World War Three
So they came to a point when it looks inevitable
Like that happened with numbers one and two
And like ages ago, it seems inexplicable
Wars grow like a garden of stones can grew
Stigmatized, victimized for some abstract aim
That shall be proclaimed as our sacred duty
After halcyon days we have lost the game
War returns refreshed, the peace outputted
So it turns out that the need for war
Coincides with the need for mass subjugation
We are forced to resist the most vile foe
And the foe says exactly the same of our nation
Politicians speak out their viral war dances
Intellectuals get infected the most
The commons must use the god given chances
To save the values, with their lives cost
Bloody values are valued more than all lives
The insane metaphysics of global war
Still works, for the few think to be glorified
That's the godsent fate they were made for
The rulers desire for mass destruction
Has not yet been properly understood
Still the missles are deemed as the best action
To protect the neighbours from neighbourhood
Go on, warriors, passport every leaf on a tree
Take control over every move people make
Slander a natural right to be free
Trash a thought of peace as an enemy’s fake
Pray yer old bloody god at the early dawnings
Abide to old customs, innate hatred to strangers
Though one of them stares at you every morning
From the mirror, and looks like an old acquaintance.
Copyright ©
Gregory Colodub
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