Bombs and guns
Firing from a distance
Shooting at the innocent
Orphans, widows, and children

The blood of the martyrs
Is the blood we had to shed
To put evil to an end
Said a captain to his men
Saying this is what Jesus did

And so their voices say yes sir
But in the trembling you hear otherwise
And the other white lies they tell themselves
As the other side lies on the ground in red
Bleeding to death with
A bullet in its head
And a pistol by his left hand
Wishing the soldiers have left and
The sound of the guns go quiet when night comes

A father sings his son to sleep
And tells him about dreams
And the beauty of life
He covers his ears and eyes
As people scream in the middle of the night

"AIR STRIIIIIIIIKE"

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