War Business - Poem by Cynthia BuhainBaello
Greed is into war business,
Arms sales are soaring high.
Profit billions in excess-
So what if people die?
Selling arms and bullets
For dollars and currencies
Let nations war -no regrets
The money brings prosperity!
Callous fools who make decisions
Creating war games that cost lives
Conspirators of world destruction
In death of men, their business thrives.
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