Evil Arms Trade
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Governments buy
and sell bombs. O they keep on
spreading war like their
is no tomorrow! They flout
international
law without any real remorse.
Arms dealers sleep like
babies. They are happiest
when they're following
the money. Sweet dreams for them;
nightmares for victims
in ravaged parts of the world.
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