Send your son off to war
Your daughter's body is worth more
Than every single one of her four law degrees
When will we put an end
To this man-hearted disease?
Calm your temper
And carry your words
Unload your guns
Sheath your swords
This is not a one sided fight
We have been blinded for so long
That we lost track of what's in sight
Love and compassion,
Not too far fetched
If you refuse to do anything but battle,
You will be with the wretched.
How many more corpses will it take
For you to see clearly?
How many fingers broken
Until you stop pointing?
Man's mind is in the shape of a crucifix
Far too damaged to try to shift.
Keep your money and diamonds galore,
Life of freedom is worth far more.