Load cannon
Aim at the wall
Fire repeatedly
Stand back
and watch it fall
Roll the artillery
over the ruins
of our enemy's tragedy
After the glorious victory
the vanquished
line up for reparations
Suckling the funds we send
to rebuild them
and hope some day
they'll be our friends
Our aid
they will gratefully take
but their appreciation
will be fake
There's no forgiveness
from those we have wrecked
Just simmering revenge
behind the hand shakes
of our gunpoint allies
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