You have Silent neutrality
Called Peace of quality
Dressed up beauty of democracy
Dealing with the secret hypocrisy
You've sharpen bullet quantity
It's the harvest of the nationality
War for the defeat or the victory
Brings a loss for the factory
The rest in a blood bath humanity
You‘ve a washed hand guilty
For peace a profitable cruelty
It's said modern history
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