Of blood and treasure

The natives are restless

A nation enraged

Weary of conflicts

Carefully staged

Heroes and Villains prepare to clash

All fighting over

The same pile of cash

Mobilize youth to lay at this altar

You have surely failed

You’ll undoubtedly falter

Never trust what is bought and paid for

Always the same whenever we’ve made war

We all know what happened last time

Don’t act so shocked we think you’re lying

It’s coming in hot now

Will they clear the rim

The chances this ends

Are growing slim

All these battles fought at our expense

Win or lose

You draw your recompense

Deriving your sick pleasure

From this waste of blood and treasure