Weak is bad, strong is good
Be it false, be it true
Mind makes the optimum,
And enforces it too.
Peace: sons bury parents,
War: parents bury sons.
So much is reaped, gents
But the harvest rots on the ground
Are you on the ground?
the killing of people
who don't concern each other
the concern of people
who don't kill stepmother
It is not the first war,
There has never been peace
Battles are ever more
Only the end of each
And among the losers
I can see people starve
and among the winners
another one, another one to... crave
So much is reaped, gents
But the harvest rots on the ground
Are you on the ground?
the killing of people
who don't concern each other
the concern of people
who don't kill stepmother

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