TOOLS OF MURDER TAKE THEIR TOLL,

REACH THEIR OBJECTIVE, ENDLESS GOAL.

REIGN DOWN IN TERROR, ON SLEEPING BEDS,

DEPRAVATION, ABOVE THEIR HEADS.

HELPLESS IN WAR, WITH WEAK CONSTRUCTION,

WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION.

SLEEP SILENT IN YOUR COTS AT NIGHT,

YOU LITTLE ONES, ALL OUT OF SIGHT.

FOR IN THE ‘MORN’, IF YOU AWAKE,

IN BLOOD YOU’LL SWIM, AS IN A LAKE.

ORPHAN CHILD, ALONE IN WAR,

WHILE GOVERNMENTS, ADD UP THEIR SCORE.

NO WINNERS ARE THERE IN THIS GAME,

JUST PARENTLESS, THE DEAD OR LAME.

SO WHO COMES OUT ON TOP, AT LAST,

NOT THE CHILD, CAUGHT IN THE BLAST.

JUST BITTER THOUGHTS OF HATE AND CURSE,

ALL TO LINE SOME COUNTRIES PURSE.

SO JOIN TOGETHER IN THIS LIFE,

UNLOAD THE GUN, LAY DOWN THE KNIFE.

REPLACE YOUR WEAPONS, THEN IN THESE SANDS,

JOIN TOGETHER, ETERNAL HANDS....................