The demon of war
Let out a roar
As he cast aside a boar
Full of pus and gore

There was a whisper in the air
He heard from his lair
"This game is not fair"
His eyes let out a glare

He slithered his way
To hear what rumours say
Longing for the day
He would get his pay

"How refreshing" he thought
Watching weapons get bought
"My scouts, well gave they sought
For humans who nothing taught"

He feels with his senses
Across borders across fences
That something commences
Not with good pretences

There is profit to gain
From a bullet rain
Weapons leave a stain
And bodies lay slain

Horror in their eyes
Bombs of bigger size
Hurrying their demise
Regretting their lies

Prayers lift to the sky
Religion is always nearby
When people suffer and cry
And think they are going to die

"This honourable mission has been mine for years
Angering their feelings enhancing their fears"
"Silly humans" he sneers
"Have they learned nothing from their tears?"

"Once I was a mighty Djinn
Burning proud from deep within
Task was mine I didn't win
Left it all for human sin"

"They are a filthy breed
Doing dirty deed
All for their own need
So fueled by greed"

"They really don't see
What a place this could be
Change "I" to "we"
No work for me"

Suddenly something scorched his skin
A cry from deep within
A single tear fell from his chin
A tear for humans
From the lonely Djinn