End war, don’t built empire!

He had the phiz build in stone
There were no walls in that stove
One, two, three, all blue and free
Three, four, five, all set fire in a knee

He had the body full of hay
There were no guts filled with clay
Five, six, seven, all legs in wood
Eight, nine, ten, in the air, stood.

The war has brought it, misery, the faulty
There were only ashes beyond the cruelty
Eleven, twelve, thirteen, or 1914, its start
Fifteen, sixteen, 1917, July, is his depart.

The red phiz brought obedience and cold
There were the walls covered in mould.
Eighteen, nineteen, twenty century, propagandised
Twenty-one, twenty-two, 2022, now democratised.

Most of it, ‘for war and terror.
it’s consent and double error.
It’s their children, cannon fodder
They kill brother, not to solder.

You, moonless war, criminal chief
Don’t wipe pride in a handkerchief
Hoist the flags and make it white
Choose the best, ending it. Right?