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War Shall begin, Beat the Drum Again!
Temesgn Kebed 11-05-20
Beat the drum, call out the boys to come, and the girls too, this time around.
Let them parade and perform their ritual dance, to the tune
of the musical band, till the entire nation is gripped in trance.
And walk smoothly to hell as if that was a chosen place to dwell.
Declare war!!!!!! The vilest of all horror. I say, declare war!!!! The violent horror of them all.
Men do not learn from their past errors And once more!! we are again at war.
Once more! the mortars shall roar. Deafening the ears And beating hearts seized with terror
And once again! jingoistic carving shall be entertained momentum we shall gain war shall be the game, to bring down the vilest of all men who are in command of a nation of warrior tribal bands which has refused to bow to our rightful demands.
Oh yes, War is a game the powerful and the rich play with the lives of the weak and tame.
Shout the slogans!!!!! war shall began, to salvage the public image of a leader held in hostage. Shout the slogan!! War shall began to salvage an economy in wreckage.
Shout the slogan!!!!!!!! war shall began to salvage a nation’s image whose inflated ego that has been lately damaged.
War! sweet War !!!!!!! Bring war for dinner, war for breakfast, cried the fascist, whose grip of power fading so fast.
War! Early morning war before the children go far; declare a dictator, to help his rule run a bit longer.
War!!!! cried the liberals, if they don’t, election is round the corner, wordily battles are already bitterly fought, and they are gonna lose the vote.
But the boys, sweet boys, family joys, who wore the uniform shall live no more.
War!! vociferously cried the general, wielding his arms, flexing his muscles, and clenching his fists, only to hide behind deep in a bunker and compel the boys to jump into fiery hell, to burn alive and their body to swell.
At the end of the day the general would manage to excel and gets decorated with medals - medals - gold, diamond refine and fine - while the boys flew in wrapped in flags inside coffins.
Out the bodies are dragged, Still others wrapped in body bags, itself wrapped in decorative flags. Alas, weep no more Those are the fortunate, and the unfortunate, in number difficult to count, are left behind to rot right on the spots struck by bullets.
Alas, thou shall not cry women Yours were the fortunate, dead and for good gone It is the disfigured, crippled, and maim who carry the relics and memory of war for long time in the distant future. until they are no more.
And the burden of war. Will be borne by the families of those he did fall to the vilest horror of them all. Men do not learn from the past errors. And once more the mortars shall began …. to roar. And in earnest the nations once again will be at war.
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