blood and lace

We send money to the sky 

While we starve

We kill beautiful things

To hang on the wall

We poison the water we drink

Drain the ground that holds us all

We sell air

That we breathe

While we choke

We burn everything

Just to watch it fall

We draw lines on maps with ink

Designed to control us all 

We print money for war

But not education

Not human aid

Not for our children

We kill each other

To prove who really knows best

& then pat ourselves on the back

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