World corrupts, war erupts
Peoples fed up
accords tie up
borders break up.
War must be fought;
pride must be brought,
till the last drop.
No bastion can stop.
Its language is always bleak.
Life is at stake.
Peace, tranquility and serenity;
break the unity.
Nations must be tidy,
leaders always be ready,
peoples need not lazy,
war is not easy!
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