The Western World is the founder
Of visual scornful scandals
Yet yelled against rampant vandals
Who are not far from their fragile soldiers.
Always they fleet forward, after
The scandal turned unmodified matter
Ranting rescue with their habitual aid
Clothed in disharmony and disquiet bid.
They toss around the other world
Outside their infested hand
To satisfy their dreadful thirst
Of world fantasy freedom pendant hoist.
Whole wild wider world
Would taste not an inch of peace
Even amidst the dove, the agent of peace
When world warriors continually proclaim war bids.
Based on self centredness of superiority,
Country over continent; society against community
Across and around world's terrain
Whilst missiles drizzle like the rain
On weaker nations, ye Western World the feud founders
Stop these scornful scandals
Of which you're the founding vandals
With the use of your fragile soldiers!
