Poem: Swords Drawn

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It's a bitter pill we all must swallow
When tyrants draw swords and we're forced to follow

Drone strike in the middle of the city
Sparks a series of events where innocent lives receive no pity

When John Galt starts rattling his sabre
Dollars become the benchmark and power over neighbours

Desert storms and false intelligence
Invented stories fuel wild belligerence

We've seen it before and unfortunately
We may see it again and again: war drums and soldiers marching to the beat

Plane crashes and civilians perish
Glossed over by megalomaniacs ordered war toys help them stay rich

Never accompany fools to destruction
Never join their team or heed their instructions

The path to hell is paved in gold
Its charms and passions unchecked
But remember: if you're never bought, you can never be sold

~ Gunnar Våken

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