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Gas fields are burning Oil refineries alight, When carnage arrives It’s not quite right. Diplomats politicians Falling out of cinque, Unruly behaviour Do they actually think. We our paying for the downfall Of a certain regime, Reminds me of our empire Run by Victoria the queen. There are no easy answers When it comes to war, Countless bodies strewn Across countries floors.
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Mar 19
Mar 19, 2026 at 9:59 AM UTC
Oh dear here we go again.
Gas fields are burning Oil refineries alight, When carnage arrives It’s not quite right. Diplomats politicians Falling out of cinque, Unruly behaviour Do they actually think. We our paying for the downfall Of a certain regime, Reminds me of our empire Run by Victoria the queen. There are no easy answers When it comes to war, Countless bodies strewn Across countries floors.
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Mar 19
Mar 19, 2026 at 9:59 AM UTC
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