When countries are big and strong, they believe to be always right when they plunder, abuse and fight, When countries are smashed, split and divided, they follow commandments of God, common sense, brotherly clan because they unexpectedly believe they are trance nun, monk and fun; Until they Fix for themselves a greatness drink, skull, bones, Bigger gun, Whatever greatness sizes war guns Sponsor their demises, protracted pain, ruin, virus and shame-See grow great green in World Peace, Do not beg for bread, arms sales, drugs on your knees.
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