This foolish me
Tries to understand,
Why diplomacy
Is so good and bad…
Good for money
Bad for men.
This foolish me,
As my soul cries,
Sees this world free,
Not of war and fights,
Free of preserving life…
Cause this diplomacy
Preserves liders
Who have lives.
(To protect)
This foolish me
Wonders why:
Tanks aim and don’t see
They could hit the guy
Who makes this world free?
Instead they despise
A million precious lives.
Is this diplomacy?
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