pillage
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There's been ample bloodshed,
There's been plenty of death.
They've had enough pillage,
They've had enough breath.
They've taken my childhood,
One I didn't get the chance to know.
I hear piercing screams from the burning village.
From scared women, adults and underage.
Oh! The terror of this pillage!
I am standing behind the muzzle of a smoking gun,
And I can’t stop firing, “Bam! Bam!”
Echo, you privilege soul
Stand by as I pillage your home
Watch as they rave your condemnation
We have yet to live.
