In our world of
Guns battles `n` blasts
As the red floods
Flow across thick `n` fast
When peace seems to be
An outdated past
I hope we last
As the irony of our times defines
The Gun’s of Green are
About to swallow
The green tender grass
As our values
Degrade `n` drain
From gold to brass
I hope we last
As the wars continue
Into the nights
With weapons smart `n` fast
Where the dragons
Under human masks
Kill for religions `n` castes
I hope we last.................
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