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The Saint And The Soldier

This time for land or gold or oil:
Again, they're off into the fray.
Despite a world in stark turmoil,
You still expect a brief soiree,
And see no harm in what they say.
So proud you are thou warrior,
I care not what you think today.
Not long, and you will hate this war.

With evil talk of blood and soil,

The wicked demagogues hold sway.
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