Stock up the arsenals with gunpowder...
That's how you hold on to world power...
At times, a little meddle in the Ivory tower..
Let the rest be slaves to the biggest firepower...
West to east, the earth spins...
East to west the sun speeds...
Faith lost in fate as hate breeds...
See how the west fruitlessly tames the war in the east..
Isn't this some haze in a bar ?
Men daily prepping for war..
Yet peace sought with huge bags of of top dinar..
What a twist of facts so bizzar..
Advanced now and gone forward..
Landed in the frontlines of clever warlords..
Caught up in a hustle for the rulership of the wide world...
Now power tussle is a thing of carefully measured words...
The gunpowder, that killer dust..
Played host for long in their war chests...
A far thing to reach it is, World rest..
Hoping a day comes the killer dust remains dust..
War in the solar..
Peace in the lunar..
When did the world become this bipolar?
We've got love to spare..
Let someone tell that to the war mongers...
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