We seem to be going round and round
In a game of hatred and violence
Who started it, how will it end
What’s the score my foe?

When our own die
We lament with great intensity
When 'the other' dies
We snicker with great hypocrisy

When will we realise it's all been rigged
For the benefit of a few crooked men
Why do we hate and bleed for them?

When will we realise that we all bleed red
Its only skin deep, our creed and colour
When will we learn to cry for the other?