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 Harry Sweeden. My life in verse.

It is a forgone conclusion that the weakest will fall…
To be used as fodder for war
To test out new weapons and wipe out their own people
while the onlooking mob just keep score.
“pound for pound this bomb is the greatest…
One wiped out a bustling new town”…
Onlookers said “that there was nothing but body parts…
Everything was dead to the ground”.
Big countries get richer selling us warfare
Convincing us all into war
So the money keeps on falling as the bombs come calling
And greed is what everything's for!

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