war of the world
I see Paris
I see France
I see people in a trance
In this area
called Nigeria
I hear people yelling foul
Down in Syria
people quiver
as the green snakes hiss and slither
Save the people
Stop the ripple
Quell this endless pointless battle
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This poem is about:
Our world