stay on homeland soil.
And soon it happens
that axis evil countries
blow up their neighbours.
It is ordained then
that terror bombs will soon rain
on peaceful people.
And if they do not
the world will wait a decade:
New SUPERPOWER.
Too late then buddies
as billions overcome you
an ugly slaughter.
Before we die though
we will regret decisions
of doing nothing.
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