When the smoke clears
All that is seen is men
Both dead and alive
But there is no joy
There is no happiness
There is only sorrow and pity
For the soil of our fellow man
Has been soiled with the blood of hatred
This is not right
But it is so
And it look not to change for generations
Although we say that the madness must stop
The men in suits continue to tell people to die
For a pointless and selfish cause
There is no hope because that is for the weak
I say not
If they want to gain land
then do it themselves
