Dear Ka-boom
You cause your nation much harm
Aristocrats thought you were a mere scam
But the scam is now an angry Ram! !
Bombs for breakfast
Tombs for dinner
In tears we mourn and fast
After every blast
Our fate has grown thinner
Bombs have stolen dinner
Our faith suffers hunger
How much longer........
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