Are you done with the peace that you spread
By the fires you rain from the sky
Till the faces of children once smiling go dead
To their mothers who silently cry.
Are you done with the justice you seek
By the heads and the cams that you roll
While the words you recite and the verses you speak
Never pass down your throat to your soul.
Am I done with the goodness I preach
With these words and their meter and rhyme,
While I buy all the junk that my wallet can reach
With free shipping from amazon prime.
We are losers, we all are, but for
Any truth in our call to be heard,
It is time you and I, every nation at war
Let each other just have the last word.

It is all just a thought that occurred
To a man shallow-minded as I.

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