Crowd Control Poem by Poetical Analysis

You sneak babies poison like Palestian aide
Then cry at all the devastation made
Helplessly watch as both are crushed to fade
But these are your investments made
All hope lies in the dividend laid
Taxes for every night time raid
Wish you could've made us stay
To mitigate what we ought to pay
War is the god to whom you pray
Like a sinner doing anything so as to be saved
Romans roads are neatly paved
Stretched to all the lands you crave
Leaving traditions raped & plagued
But this is the destiny your call has made
All hope lies in the dividends paid

(Undated, possibly incomplete)