The sun threw its fury at the parched up land
The wind scattered the dust in its merciless sway
The silence of the dead screamed out in the sand
As the murdered bodies motionlessly lay...
Once a father, a brother an uncle a son,
Fallen prey to the metal that drains out the life
and their families so dear, their lives undone
Destined to live a life engulfed in strife!
Whether it be the kings perched up in their thrones,
and the clean suited world leaders in all their good grace
Or the killers who deal with blood diamonds and stones
Make the innocent a pawn to their evil ways.
Hungry for power and blinded in their sight
They invest in war to benefit their fame
But know that the King, the Pawn and the Knight
are thrown to the same box after the game!
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