International Conflicts

Just like kindergarten kids
We are on this globe.
Our triumphs and defeats
Won't withstand a probe

Of a child psychiatrist
That can't find a cure
For us, sicko agonists
Who are immature.

When we were just boys and girls
Growing up together,
We would fight for trucks, for dolls,
Baseball bats from leather,

And the playgrounds which we thought
Only we could play on;
Those of another lot
We would always prey on,

Beat them up and throw stones,
Pull the girls' thin hair-
"This is ours, stupid clowns
You play over there!"

We grew up and look mature,
Our bearing seems demure,
But in fact, the same old game
We play now without shame.

Only now we use tanks,
RPGs and M-16s.
Our friends are wheeling banks-
Same old games with diff'rent means...

I am big and you shall do
Anything I'll tell you.
If you don't, then I will sue
After that, I'll shell you.

This is our country 'cause
That is what we say.
We've got weapons, we've got laws
To chase you away.

Our culture is advanced;
Yours ain't worth a darn.
You submit to us or else
We will do you harm.

We are right and you are wrong
And we'll kick your ass
'Cause you're weak and we are strong
And we take no sass.

When I look at what we do
In this world today,
I can't help but feel all blue
At the way we play

All the macho games we played
Back when we were small.
Now, in wars, in peace, in trade
We replay them all.