From spears and hatchets they held in palms
Came muskets, machine guns and atom bombs
In rank and file they did emerge
For a crumb of bread or another urge.
To scorch the land and salt the earth
To take its wealth and steal its worth
They left us here a land submerged
With a crumb of bread and another urge
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Good one sir....Fight for supremacy, military strength, , In turn leading to many deaths only to satisfy their urges...