Intolerance strikes like a serpent's bite
War drums beat throughout the night
Battle lines drawn in a fit of rage
The powers to be rule the stage

History tells of days of old
Dropping bombs, selling souls
What have we gained, oh hand of power
We give, we take, but mostly devour

One prays for an end to hate
One builds a bomb to annihilate
Through a camera's eye we watch and frown
National Monuments tumbling down...