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| masters of terror, of terror do plan listen well to my rhyme and know within your own breast the sorrows you bring with time masters of terror, of terror endorse see the tales take on life of pillaging, plunder, murder and gain and proclaim once more, "for right!" fathers send sons, mothers blind who knows truly why blood is shed of ones so dear given reasons that are but lies see the mother, see the father see the legless man see the broken loves and lives all torn by your own hand masters of terror, of terror do plan you dare to employ your own dear child born for tomorrows to fight and die for glory masters of terror, of terror do plan listen and do in time see the sorrows searing your soul upon which you will one day dine |
| poem written at 14 years old ... (30 years ago), original title: For Sake Of Johnnies Of The War |
| (C) Liorah Chanah Elishaba Tsabrah |