And Every Strand of Barbed Wire
is Excused

Perhaps the sound is pleasant to the ear
The concept that free men and women can choose
Wisely wise leaders wisely to lead them
Backwards, crashing the gates of Eden lost

And building there a world of perfect peace
No matter how many millions must die for it
And every strand of barbed wire is excused:
“Oh, well, at least we got rid of the Czar.”

The firing squads, the cries of dying children -
Perhaps those sounds are pleasant to the ear