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A Tale of Aristocrats and Rulers

Through centuries past, the banners flew,
For lords and kings with wealth in view.
Armies marched on fields blood-soaked,
For gold and grain, and lands revoked.

They feasted grand on others' toil,
From stolen earth and plundered soil.
Empires built on grief and strife,
Where conquest fed their noble life.

Yet now the stage has barely changed,
The players' names are rearranged.
Politicians, cloaked in suits and ties,
Still craft their wars with veiled lies.

They trade in oil, in land, in seas,
Exploit the weak with cold decrees.
A modern mask, the same old game,
Where greed and power stake their claim.

The wheel turns on, the shadows stay,
The powerful still seize their way.
But voices rise, a glowing light,
To claim what's ours, and set it right.

~Anonymous~