Our own defense.. The game

Season changes as you change 
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.