The no-religion peace prize

The no- religion, peace prize.
You say, it is not the third world,
War display.

But all the nations' are involved in your aggressiveness, that you did slay.
Upon a cultivating people,
Who had no idea, of what you did fear.
And what is it that you fear ?,
Religion, a truthful-humble life,
That the people live without want of life.
Because that would make you poor too,
You gain your wealth,
Through and through.

Jobs' did you create, while men did forsake,
Their families', and lives'.
Then you claim the peace prize.

Poor farming men,
Who farm the desert sands',
You betook towards' a murderous hand,
Then you claim a no religious peace stand,
hypocrisy befalls' you,
And I cant believe that innocent people follow you.

Then what about the lives' you left behind,
The families' who have no man to guide them through,
Then you leave them without a claim to help relieve their pain,
Then you claim the peace prize,
What a load of unhealthy lies'.

And where is it that peace does lie,
Upon the relation ties',
And what did you do,
Upon a attack upon you,
You struck back ten folds' over,
Killing more then they ever took,
Then you claim you have the correct book.

You cant theorem,
That people can be poor,
And love the condition, because they are poor,
Because you have always' eaten,
So you can never reason.
That these poor desert men,

Would preferre to live in strife,

Until a good forty years',
Rather then have a career within a office stand,
Behind a desk stealing the money from the poor man.
Or having a tower of ugly buildings' standing over their land,
Because you wish to destroy the sand.

From the poor man's dead blood,
To the office man, who work's at your stand,
Stealing wealth from the poor religious man,
There is only one winner in all of this,
And that is upon your own food dish.