tomorrow's child already born
to bitter earth filled with scorn
hears mournful cries
the lesson no one ever learns
blood will flow as hatred burns
and flags unfurl
a holy mission filled with rage
a jihad or a last crusade
is death's disguise
millions now have died in vain
their only legacy is pain
an orphaned girl
the fallen soldier never saved
a widow weeps beside his grave
with desperate eyes
war has washed us in the blood
and evil prowls the neighborhood
of the world
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