Nothing in life is quite as
bland
As those who fight over bits
of land.
They think the World is
their's to own,
So they put a price on every
stone.
They take it when they plant
their flag.
Possession marked with
national tag.
Let he who's strongest take
it all,
And protect it with an iron
wall.
Those who are weak will see it
lost,
And shed tears when they see
the cost
Of nations starved, reduced
to bones,
'Cause they can't afford the
price of stones.
Copyright (c) 2012 - Jason Webb
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