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War Dogs
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Some men calculate their fulfilment
By the number of earned breads.
Some men kill other men
For a bread
And to prove themselves how human they are
They give bread to the stray dogs.
A bullet in a man's head
Means a belly of a dog filled.
There's no room for remorse.
It's a matter of life and death:
If it wouldn't have been him, it it would've been me
And if it would've been me
Maybe he wouldn't have fed any dog.
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