Bucket List
With soldiers on way out
To head for Persian Gulf
I can see soldiers' needs
And the child when cries.
The papers in front
Take me to time of wars
Between Red and the White
(Robert Rogers' Genocide!)
See me in Hercules,
(Flying same borders!)
Thanks to the Washington!
It has been same claim:
"About God, and righteous."
Then, the Lord was Jesus,
But in two congregates
(Protestants, Catholics!)
Politics was French, British
Both, to fool and abuse
The host and starve them.
I said and will repeat
Governments are nothing
But pain for humanity.
The today's Donald Trump
That wears the garment of
Robert Rogers, of that time
To make pools of blood
Always from the locals!
(Like Yemen's, Palestine's!)
The Eighteenth Century
And today's time, being:
"Kill peoples, Indigenous,
Remove oil, valuables,
To leave hell for owners."
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