Tanks kick up dirt
For the general’s mirth
Dust in my eyes
Or am I blind?
We all have to die for one man’s war
Pol Pot and Nixon
Brothers in their shame
One is clouded by lies
A Hero’s welcome as they cry
We all have to die for one man’s war,
People still die for their laws.
Recycle human waste,
Breed the best.
Our grate states’
Many genocides
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