Wreak havoc, unleash mayhem
spill blood, dismember bodies
time to assert the might
listen to wails, time for war.
turn the tables, trumpet power,
rabble rouse, for pyrrhic victory.
deify demons in the guise of rulers.
Destitutes may flourish
and orphans may multiply,
but the nation should thrive.
Notions of superiority
should reign supreme,
and perceived might should
swallow sense of oneness.
Wars raise the bars
of national pride.
And strengthen the walls
of separateness.
Clarion call of war has erupted,
wed it and get weeded out
from plains of peace!
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