war of the world

July 7, 2019

I see Paris

I see France

I see people in a trance

In this area

called Nigeria

I hear people yelling foul

Down in Syria

people quiver

as the green snakes hiss and slither

Save the people

Stop the ripple

Quell this endless pointless battle

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