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Shed No tears
Shed No tears
There we go the same thing all over again
More of the same nothing changes
But the location and date
Death is death
Killing is killing
War profit is war profit
Way it goes from Napoleon to now
The dollar amount increases
Making the fat cats fatter
Their bank accounts rise to God
This will never ever end
Like the Alien films
They rule and own all...
Sunday 20th March 2022 10:05 pm
war weapons haiku
Big bucks being made/weapons sales contracts, slush fund/death big business
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