Oh widowed earth, your terrible quench,
Of life of loneliness of death.
Sand up in storm, blink of the eye.
Is it due time for Iran to just die?
Bring them an oath, tall and so true,
As the WWII, japan up they blew.
And deliver a silent and fast compromise,
As leaders today hide behind guise.
And sink into pity, for work and for man,
The evil of war, now has a plan.
Don’t feed the starving, the sick and the poor,
But kill them, its easier, the earth only lure.
This world needs change, in the blink of eye,
Rescued by virtues now lost and despised