Looks like the stage is set,
the elders have placed the bet,
for the souls not here yet,
the blood that drips still red;
so you thought a prayer would do,
helpless we are to all know who,
on our knees we drag to,
get the freedom to be caged in a zoo;
the victory bells are sounding already,
our spirits no longer steady,
trying to lurk from one to another getty;
we stand as a mob today,
and the corpses that we lay,
knees feel weak the hair go grey,
long ago someone choose for me this way;
though a star shines above,
the battlefeild and the white dove,
one who teaches the wild about love;
the clouds have gathered and they thunder,
no rules for your beautiful blunder,
here we sit and wonder,
reasons for why men would plunder;
thought the answer we got was simple,
they wanted to set an example,
for their children and wives to be ample,
some had to live crippled;
wow to the 'men' who kill,
paint red the green hill,
for them its an honour and thrill,
long live the will,
no talks for any guilt.
dabeer h.