My Dear Bombing Friend
You play a crazy game,
Called throwing bombs on houses,
Old Babilon, you call,
A global threat...
Technology as God,
And profit as morale,
You came to teach us evil,
"Democracy or Death!"
Today in search for oil,
And never show intend,
Tomorrow put your thingers,
On our mum and dad...
Your masters walk in trouses,
From the one dollar bill,
A jew, a polish, hidden?
You never succeed will...
Like cristmas tree you're smiling,
Tentacles spread to land,
And like you did, all over,
We piss on you, my dear bombing friend.
(International Community of Conscience and Human Rights)
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