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the minister of war
The true administers of wars
Are those that seem very unconcerned
When the morning news breaks with blood-shed
Of thirsty guns that they dispatched a shared
To both parties that riot against each other
You will never notice their bloody hands
Far from the battle-front that the war is raging
The real culprit of war crimes
Are not both parties battling for supremacy
They are only advocates of a very smooth criminal
He is chameleon faced to both their demands
In-order for the arsenal to be within clutch
Then when numerous lives are wasted by war
He is far from the scene that he creates
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The minister of war is far from the battle front
Where the metal pellets are aimed to kill
This is the bowl where the bedlam is setting
And mortality is cheaper by the bullet made
But a rifle has no verbal control
It has only one trigger for an emotion
That exposes human life to a gamble with death
Not all that seem innocent are vindicated
Of the guilt that is hid from the eyes discerning
Many hands that seem unstained of impurity
Are immersed in a thick flow of blood
Then the toy devices waging the war
That seems heaped of so much atrocities
Are merely saints to a much unclean sinner
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when a machine is crafted into a beast
Because it’s sinister aim knows nothing of mercy
In the accomplishment of its disastrous goal
The payment to purchase such a doomed instrument
Is from the blackest pit of a mans conscience
Then to he that is the creator of such
His emotion has no modesty of humanity to feel
The minister of war is the creator of the handgun
He thinks that science justifies being inhuman
He connects the law of physics into construction
In-order for him to have his villainous way
Then the world awards him a noble prize
And a Pulitzer Prize for the guns little hand-book
While he lives with the recognition of royalty
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The minister of war has controllable apparatus
That he steers by his very own hands
Their use is simple to create a war
By exposing to them his very latest inventions
Then that is why they are quick to revolt
They are keen to taste his latest tools
To see which one overrules the other
The minister is a friend to two foes
They do not know he is their foremost foe
But they are bitter in accusation of each other
And they fail to realize his true role
But he pledges them both his allegiance
By giving them weapons to destruct one another
While his hands are seemingly blood-free
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