In the White House, the old fear has come again,
Subconsciously, Saddam's masterpiece of chemical weapons remain;
Chemical weapons did not match anywhere,
Forgetfulness is not yet ingrained in the civilisations headgear;
A new date has arrived in the life of Ukraine,
Endless dream ongoing in the Whitehouse's moraine;
Russia has taken such a gambling policy,
Psychosis of thousand lives floating in Whitehouse sub-city.
Today in Whitehouse, An evil arrogant song in the flow,
The pseudo-love of humanity shaking the worlds glow;
The old tradition of creating endless fear on the earth,
Hundreds of nations have been enslaved by dearth;
This friend, is not a friend! See what I write,
It's holding the shadow of weapon in the kite;
Build your own world, O civilisation! live in your own terms,
Whitehouse, a terrible destiny of modernity farms.
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