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This Mortal Trade


 

THIS MORTAL TRADE

 

Bullets bite the dead of night,

Young hearts beat alive in fright.

Why is this the price to pay, 

For the mortal trade we ply?

 

Once aboard the trading boat,

We must compete to stay afloat.

Want to buy? Then we will sell

The wares to stoke the fires of hell.

 

Where is justice, where the law?

When bombs are bought to feed the poor.

Power driven, blind ambition,

Barters wealth for ammunition.

 

Senseless, ceaseless race to arm,

Cause of untold pain and harm.

A thriving system built on strife,

Creating wealth to destroy life.

 

Will all who play this deadly game,

One day hold their heads in shame,

When seeds of hate grown far away,

Come home to rest on Judgement Day?

 

Bullets bite the dead of night,

Young hearts beaten, lie in fright.

Why is this the price they pay,

For the mortal trade we ply?,

 

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