When man becomes selfish,
Like a demon on the land,
He knows relation nor friendship,
Buries them all beneath the sand,
On the altar of his desire,
What's love? He puts belief,
His soldier fight and aspire,
Of getting a position and soon relief,
Day by day they grow hatred because,
Their war is a revenge, not for a noble cause.
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