Too late too late

 

 

 

 

When it was over

the guns were in our hands,

 

when it was over

our tanks were in their lands.

 

When it became history

the markets redrew our graphs,

 

when it became history

our media moguls wrote their epitaphs.

 

When war was still a raging

the dead inflamed our hate,

 

when war was still a raging

our mercy came too late…

 

 

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