Who can judge the sin of it
When sorrow turns to rage
When grief runs red
Such spirits dead
And flesh will not
Come home again
You will name him enemy
See his sand streaked skin
Miss the heart and human
That lives within
With all that hate and judging
Lose reason and empathy

Who can judge the pain of it
When bombs lay children to rest
You will call them enemy
Or collateral damage
I call them all my family
And resign myself from your inhumanity