They come to rule, and not by chance
Aided by a bloodied lance
No elections needed here
Such things, mundane, are not their way
A thousand rivals lying dead
And their families starved, decayed
No relief by foreign aid
A poisoned dagger is their way
Government by those who k**
And then collect from UN tills
They live on aid and ask for more
When all it does is pay for way
So carefree:
Your k**ing spree
I must be blind; I can't see
Tell me, what is human life worth
The skies cry bloody tears