To bring new, new weather
Like your policy
Of different taste and color
Packed in a box
The game of politics
You play with me Waste and worthless
But do not you see
We are at the same rung
Of the same bottom
Your new, new weather
Senseless and defenseless
Will be fixed in a tasteless season
With the missiles and bombs
Dropped by the more powerful sun.
I do not have any means
Or means of defense
So I wish to quit
To play the games
Patricide and fratricide
My all efforts are now
On co-operation of collaboration
On our own defense.
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