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Within a few seconds their jets came over the hill
Strafing the soldiers raining fire on their people
An unintended sacrifice of their own lives
The soldiers at the front – killed by their own nation
They all died in friendly fire
And the flames are rising higher
They are here to hold the ground
To defend what they have found
A casualty list in the news will be a helpful tool
Creating fear and hatred supporters of a war
A necessary means to an end killing their own soldiers
Publicity for a new war – to get all of the votes
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