Who is putting us up to war?
Fixing problems with horror?
Evil must be hugged, loved and fed,
Or we'll all fight until we're dead.
Dark masters, for piles of money,
push us into the dark ring,
not sunny
Where is the Commission of Peace?
Mediating fairness and food released
There is plenty for all here on Earth
Many resources, except peace, love -a dearth
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