Fire was first to warm the hand
to start and teach our kind to stand
years later it was the glistening gold,
for wealth that was claimed to be untold
the blood gleams were taken with fire and steel
such spoils from savages was more than ideal
another centuries pass and then it was the land
taken by a force none could withstand
and so many nations were founded by the lords way
and paid by the blood of those in their way
today it is oil, over in the sands
taken away in faraway lands
the steel still rings and the fires still burn
to collect that war trophies which we eagerly yearn
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