Rising is the sun
Illuminated is the horizon
Scattered is the clouds line,
Lest a war has broken out
The mountains with blood
has smeared out!
Come on! What do you mean?
Smeared with blood? The mountain?
That's all people's talk
Made by an ignorant gawk
Whose mind is enslaved by the media
Whose eyes stare at drama
Whose brain has shrunk
Whose mind is drunk
They see war everywhere
With hatred and dishonor!
Once upon a time there was no one
On the earth, God and no one else!
Then it wasn't so unpleasant
With so much bruit everywhere,
No sign of war anywhere!
Then nothing was smeared with blood,
Just colored with variant hues of red!
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