Dealers in broken arms
laughing all the way to the Bank
even though it is Saturday, it didn't matter,
for them the Bank was open - anytime.
Celebrating, the arms dealers are -
having just sold untold amounts of weapons
to That Struggling Nation, its people in turmoil
Were A Puppet Dictator sits pretty.
The arms dealers are laughing all right
as they deposit the latest installment
and watch live on TV.
That Struggling Nation viciously ripped apart
Whilst A Puppet Dictator spoke endearingly.
© Calac
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