Our Imperial Army.

The world we live in is nothing but lies
Nothing is true although nothing is fake
We all try to change it and so we try
No one succeeds, though, for our lives we take
We are bombing for peace to change the world
We fight for our right in cultural things
Bombs are swirling as the grenades are hurled
We can't help but meddle in foreign flings
Homocidal maniacs run around
Kill the rooster before it reaches you
Genocidal ideations surround
But it doesn't matter because we're all through
Find each child and shoot them with your gun
As imperialists, it's all good fun

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A sonnet written as an English assignment.

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