They say war is tragic,
a terrible, costly affair.
Strange then how some people
always seem to get rich there.
The bombs fall loudly,
the speeches fall faster.
Someone sells missiles,
someone sells plaster.
The cities burn nightly,
the markets stay sunny.
Lives are the losses,
but rich makes money.
The leaders look solemn,
the ledgers look lovely.
Peace takes patience,
but war makes money. đź’°
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