Kaboomboom Bang
To sing a song of Persia, a pocket full of lies
Four and twenty F-Tens raping the skies
Dropping down their payloads anywhere the choose
Following a tainted wish to satisfy the jews.
The king was in his counting house, counting up his bombs
Arabs in the country, wishing he was gone
Children in their shelters fearing for their lives
With epic fury leading to a future full of knives.
Hegseth in his uniform, shortening the odds
Speaking of the Bible, calling on his god
Meanwhile in the oilfields, gold in blackened form
Sits behind the reason to enact a desert storm.
Soldiers with their joysticks, playing with their drones
Generals in their bunkers, on their mobile phones
Mossad on the warpath with Armageddons plan
On offer more of broken law, stupidities of man.
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