In hallowed halls where power holds its seat,
They weave a tale of war's deceit,
With banners high and voices strong,
They march to beat the warlord's gong.
A whisper here, a murmur there,
Of threats imagined, dangers rare.
They stir the pot, ignite the flame,
And cloak their acts in freedom's name.
They sell us war at half the price,
With promises of sacrifice.
They speak of glory, honor's claim,
Yet mask the truth, conceal the shame.
For oil and land, for greed's delight,
They send the young to deadly fight.
A genocide, a nation's fall,
A silent cry, unheard by all.
In polished suits and crafted lies,
They hide the blood, the tearful eyes.
The bombs they drop, the lives they take,
For profit's sake, a world they break.
A mother's cry, a child's wail,
Lost beneath the booming hail.
In markets bright, in halls of trade,
The cost of life in deals is weighed.
They sell us dreams of peace through war,
But what remains? Just endless scar.
The price we pay, the lives we lose,
For power's game, for war they choose.
Yet in the rubble, hope must rise,
To see through war's deceitful guise.
To seek a world where peace is sown,
Where love, not war, is what we've grown.
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In hallowed halls where power holds its seat,
They weave a tale of war's deceit,
With banners high and voices strong,
They march to beat the warlord's gong.
A whisper here, a murmur there,
Of threats imagined, dangers rare.
They stir the pot, ignite the flame,
And cloak their acts in freedom's name.
They sell us war at half the price,
With promises of sacrifice.
They speak of glory, honor's claim,
Yet mask the truth, conceal the shame.
For oil and land, for greed's delight,
They send the young to deadly fight.
A genocide, a nation's fall,
A silent cry, unheard by all.
In polished suits and crafted lies,
They hide the blood, the tearful eyes.
The bombs they drop, the lives they take,
For profit's sake, a world they break.
A mother's cry, a child's wail,
Lost beneath the booming hail.
In markets bright, in halls of trade,
The cost of life in deals is weighed.
They sell us dreams of peace through war,
But what remains? Just endless scar.
The price we pay, the lives we lose,
For power's game, for war they choose.
Yet in the rubble, hope must rise,
To see through war's deceitful guise.
To seek a world where peace is sown,
Where love, not war, is what we've grown.
They weave a tale of war's deceit,
With banners high and voices strong,
They march to beat the warlord's gong.
A whisper here, a murmur there,
Of threats imagined, dangers rare.
They stir the pot, ignite the flame,
And cloak their acts in freedom's name.
They sell us war at half the price,
With promises of sacrifice.
They speak of glory, honor's claim,
Yet mask the truth, conceal the shame.
For oil and land, for greed's delight,
They send the young to deadly fight.
A genocide, a nation's fall,
A silent cry, unheard by all.
In polished suits and crafted lies,
They hide the blood, the tearful eyes.
The bombs they drop, the lives they take,
For profit's sake, a world they break.
A mother's cry, a child's wail,
Lost beneath the booming hail.
In markets bright, in halls of trade,
The cost of life in deals is weighed.
They sell us dreams of peace through war,
But what remains? Just endless scar.
The price we pay, the lives we lose,
For power's game, for war they choose.
Yet in the rubble, hope must rise,
To see through war's deceitful guise.
To seek a world where peace is sown,
Where love, not war, is what we've grown.
Writer: Oscar lesson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid