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 Harry Sweeden. My life in verse.

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Warmongers


Devoid of true emotion
blind of beauty's wealth
Warmongers that live among us
only to conquer… and nothing else.
They will never find a quiet place
always reason to break the peace
they sit behind their big steel doors
as the bodies… pile deep.
There are no tears as the bodies fall
only logic of what they do
it matters not how high the body count
unless… it's in the news.
Then they say…”it's not really true…
1000 men did not burn”!
“the body count is really ten thousand more…
and soon… will come your turn”!







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