This is no story This is truth, this is pain We’re surrounded by it everyday This is fighting, this is hate About thirty days The world lived in peace (since ‘45) It sometimes seems That we are made to make… War! Another fight for Power and and religion Bleed and rape and kill And rot and dying for a God Proudly raising flags of Hate and fear Glorious the bullets flying Smashing our heads Must people fight for not to fight? Must people kill for not to kill? Must people die for others not to die? Or could we just stop making war? No blood for power No blood for a God Fuck the war Another human race Spilling blood for honour Skulls and bones and flesh And skin are treated just like trash Proudly raising guns up to the sky Glorious the bombs Are making women, children die