Third World Genocide

Nuclear Assault

They come to rule and not by chance
Aided by a bloodied lance 
No elections needed here 
Such things mundane are not their way 
A thousand rivals lying dead 
And their families starved, decayed 
No relief by foreign aid 
A poisoned dagger is their way 

Government by those who kill 
And then collect from U.N. tills 
They live on aid and ask for more 
When all it does is pay for way 

So carefree 
Your killing spree 
I must be blind I can't see 
Tell me what is human life worth 

The skies cry bloody tears