History never repeats itself, but it often rhymes.

Those old men in their towers

Rich in gold and oil and powers

Will never cry 'enough, I'm satisfied'

And they send out their town criers

And their skilful journaliars

And they cast their spell so trusted and so tried

See the other, over there?

What they're doing is unfair

And their ways are wrong and evil and obscene

We must fear them and must hate them

And completely decimate them

For while they live the world is never clean

So they'll march boys off to war

as they've marched them off before

And they beat the drums of falsehood and of shame

And if judgement's to be had

between what's good and bad

then first you need to ask the killer's name

In tenuous response to Light & Shade Challenge's "Incantation" and Studio30Plus's "Attack"