The warlords are out on rampage again,
Never to hold back war never to refrain.
World their chessboard to move around,
For glorious victory satisfaction profound.
It matters not how many lives here are lost,
to decimate all in their way down to the last.
Specter of Death weighs not heavy on their soul,
Victory at all cost,to eliminate all, their only goal.
Their whim sends so many to distant land,
Do not care they,if it be Sea,Snow or sand.
Their war cry for every soldier is a command,
To march ahead and to die on their demand.
For ever they seek new means to desire fulfill,
A past time for their sick mind a game for thrill.
They are the new warlords of our modern world,
It matters not if humanity be to the hell hurled.
Poverty and disease are so rampant here,
Their plea for elimination they fail to hear.
Never had world ever tossed in such turmoil,
Never so much shed blood turned red the soil.
For long as we choose them to lead our state,
This annihilation and destruction awaits our fate.
As we look up to the sky for a star to be born,
To redeem the ravaged earth,and world so torn.
