The War Criminals Walk Free

It doesn't matter if we call it WWIII

Globalization makes it so

War over there

Is war everywhere

A war of arms

A war of words

A war of the psyche

Who dies, though

Tends to be the same

The people who have so long been

Put at the whims of a powerful few

Those who have had to roam

Those who have been stolen

The people of the land

The people who tend to the land

The people who tend life

The children

And then there are

The foolish few

And the exploited poor

Making blood pour

Bodies mist

A war to keep a genocide going

And people always blame the victims

Yes, I skipped over a few lines

Did you catch me

I only committed a poetical crime

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