[quote=“derleydoo, post:1, topic:48545, full:true, username:derleydoo”]
Yesterday - 25th February, 2022.
A profitable day for the merchants of death - and those who share the spoils.
Top ten manufacturers of weapons of destruction.
Upward, ever upward. Price today (26th June, 2025) in boldened type.
Lockheed Martin Corp: Share price 409.49 ▲ 463 
Boeing: 201.48 ▲ 204 
Raytheon Technologies Corp: 98.12 ▲ 143 
BAE Systems: 653.00 ▲ 1890 
Northrop Grumman Corp: 409.73 ▲ 496 
General Dynamics Corp: 228.00 ▲ 292 
Airbus SE: 32.75 ▲ 175 
L3harris Technologies Inc: 233.51▲ 249 
Leonardo SpA: 6.95 ▲ 48 
Thales SA: 91.98 ▲ 250 
For Edwin Starr: That should answer your question!
"Masters Of War - written by Bob Dylan - performed by Ed Sheeran
https://youtu.be/7NWsA4PCEMc?si=V_G0vG_QzJcHovHO
Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin’
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it’s your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion’
As young people’s blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You’ve thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain’t worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I’m young
You might say I’m unlearned
But there’s one thing I know
Though I’m younger than you
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death’ll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I’ll watch while you’re lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I’ll stand over your grave
'Til I’m sure that you’re dead