Sonnet #3

Drones sent to far away nations 
Spies listening in on every call
Seeking war for every occasion
Fueling death peace always forestall

Stockpiling weapons for impending peace
Ensuring security for everyone else
Young soldiers always for lease
Promising peace as the bullets pelt

It cannot be achieved through violent caprice Militaries cannot March to the drums of peace

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