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I want to fight
And you want to kill
Well, that’s the might
Of the people’s will
You are my slaves
And I’m your master
You will fight for days
And be covered in plaster
Gunshots everywhere
And the flames alight
People get killed, where
The people do fight
And if you feel sad
For the people being killed
Then the people who’re bad
Should also be killed
And let the people know
The meaning of love and war
Cause they would not go
Together too far
People are People. Dumb, yet an amazing creature.
About Post Author
Edwin Ronald Lambert
A person who enjoys the serenity of the world and a minimalistic *person who enjoys me-time*. Writer@ edwinsjournal.com / Reviewer@ stackarchives.com