How much blood must be shed
To satisfy their urge
What's going on inside their heads
As the numbers of dead surge
They've learnt nothing from their past
They're clearly driven by a bloodlust
The numbers of dead surge, surge fast
They're turning everything to dust
They've cut down hospitals to quarter
There aren't enough hospital beds
There's not even food or drinking water
Not enough doctors, not enough meds
With each day the poor are poorer
Their sore hearts are even sorer
Their numbers are getting smaller
While the world's just watching
all this horror
But we're all losers in this "insanity"
We've lost the sight of humanity
And then when it is all destroyed
How will we fill this empty void?
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