Traitors extradite

The elders speak in cord red

 War, war, war must be declared 
While vulture squeals a dying tone
Food, food ho!
What a wonderful food
The youth will paint the earth with their own blood
Those that deserve to live the most must die
Greed and welfare they fought
But necked dogs visit the trenches at night fall
Expecting a wonderful food
Hoo! what a wonderful food
But it is the youth that must fight and die.
Let them fight and die
and mothers must cry
Blessed are the young,
For they shall inherit the national debt.

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