It was a moment in time where the moment was right--
Every soldier aligned next to a king the moment they fight--
Perfidy the minds across trenches just to meet they fate with mines--
A place where lies serves the only purpose to destroy these lives--
Who are waiting within- the realm of hope to see they wives--
But the government signs ya death certificate before ya die--
Just walk the lines and soon ya find large scale disasters--
Atrocities, Genocide, slave labor- just another form of cancer--
Inevitably rampant, trumped by generals who refuse to answer--
The investigation reports, of Bangladesh and operation storm--
Conceived to scorn, those who believe the ways we conform--
The wages of war- political propaganda that religion contorts-
Bits and pieces that tore- through lives left naked on shores--
The reason I mourn, as I shoot 5 generals for they reason for war--
Derived from imperious agendas, plutocracies the reason they send us--
To get raped with more, hardships burdened on people who aint die'n--
Who are sweatin n cryin- disposin they freedom for a hand of diamonds--
Covered with the blood from the hands of slaves who find em--
In a place where they plan- vicious acts to those who exploit them!!!


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