While they steal from you,
You steal from those, who
Strictly are not them but me
You may well con dupes but see
They may sell world war three
To steal from you the dudes,
To dope them with nuke's
Missiles, napalm and gases
To free you to steal from the dead
The world their grave homestead
Eno Sutraman the Pacifist
the war in the scheme mechanism of stealing......! ! ! // / greatly expressed
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I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem. Super powers are scheming to hoodwink the lesser players. This might lead to another World War. Thanks.