SALT OF HUMANITY
Thundering sounds of pitched battles,
Make earth and sky tremble with fear,
Cries of dying men rise and fall in the air,
While war-mongers guffaw with pride in decorated chairs,
What an attic salt of humanity,
But war mongers perhaps know not this truth,
And yet they talk through their hate like a champion of peace,
That they fight war to estabhlish peace on earth
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