Crimes of innocent,
Suffering of not guilty
Populations
They run
They hide
They can not change
The world
They can only die
And die they do
They die by trying to escape death
They try to leave
Caught in the vicious
crossfire
Uncontrollable
endless war
Lead by those
It does not kill
The price paid for
By those it does
Following
Not by choice or will
But because of some
Idiotic bureacrat
With no mind
or compassion
For the people
He cares so much about
Or so they're told.
Lies
Bitter, ugly, aristocratic lies
These determine
The crimes of the innocent.
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