Nations Rhyme
Six hundred years have slowly past,
We’ve endured a pain oh so waste,
Countless souls have come and passed,
But not before they were raped and harassed!
Every child, a new million screams,
Every generation blood and death has seen,
Will the terror and tyranny die?
Or will it burn out with our lives?
Greed and mischief goes through their veins,
They don’t hear the nation’s screams of pain,
They just sit there in their bloody thrones,
Sending out their dirty mercenary drones!
People are too poor and just want to eat!
They only hunger for water and wheat!
But those men of war, those men of power,
Riches are the only things they desire.
And as I sit in the dark that has fell
I wonder will my brethren break out of this hell,
Or is it written somewhere in time
That good will fall with the soul of my rhyme?
Six hundred years have slowly past,
We’ve endured a pain oh so waste,
Countless souls have come and passed,
But not before they were raped and harassed!
Every child, a new million screams,
Every generation blood and death has seen,
Will the terror and tyranny die?
Or will it burn out with our lives?
Greed and mischief goes through their veins,
They don’t hear the nation’s screams of pain,
They just sit there in their bloody thrones,
Sending out their dirty mercenary drones!
People are too poor and just want to eat!
They only hunger for water and wheat!
But those men of war, those men of power,
Riches are the only things they desire.
And as I sit in the dark that has fell
I wonder will my brethren break out of this hell,
Or is it written somewhere in time
That good will fall with the soul of my rhyme?
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