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When I look at the carnage we make

When I look at the wealth and means that we take

I don't know how I can support a flag

that justifies wiping cultures off the map

Sand and death

Why does everyone have opinions but no one wants to go fight

An endless storm

The butchers swarm

We suffocate

through force in uniforms

Death falls from above

Machines blowing up

Directed from a thousand miles to decimate

Myopic threats without the knowledge

that these are real people

Posture for voters in spite of experience

Your ignorance is lethal

Your life of luxury

came through a killing spree

A slaughtered population

Displacement's ruination

Sand and death- all the blood that drops is on your hands

Sand and death- every person has blood on their hands