If the ground is red with blood of soldiers
The skies will be filled with liberty
If they declare truce
There will be screams for the martyrs

If they refuse to sit with us as citizens
The righteous will stand as criminals
If the powerful ask for peace
The weak will have to resort to violence

If the rich have the luxury to be lenient
The poor don't have the amenity of justice
If the power is being cruel to be kind
Then we will spread kindness
Because being kind is no cruelty