Saturday, July 29, 2017

No other Land.

When you beat the drums of war,
And prepare us for bloodshed,
When you don't tolerate each other,
Calling each other names,
When your campaign machines roar,
And you don't care how deafening it is,
Care only that we've got no other land to call ours.

Let me remind you again,
For the umpteenth time,
That we've got no fare to exotic destinations.
Nay,we're not even used to the cultures out there,
The cuisine in foreign lands will make us sick.
Please preserve our peace,
We've got no other land to call home.

Power is deceptive,
It's fallacious,especially when it gets to your head.
We care less though on its effect on you,
Remember we pay for your enhanced status,
Or have you forgotten that its our tray you eat from?
But we don't mind all this,
Only that you preserve our peace,
Because we've got no other land to call home.


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