DAYS OF WAR

• Days of war, time for pain,
• poor dead children, they can’t complain.
• The men of terror are rockets throwin’,
• an’ war planes answer with carpet bombin’.

• The fightin’ sides tell they’re both right,
• they blame each other, no peace in sight.
• Our useless talks won’t persuade,
• the end of war just seems to fade.

• Time goes on, things don’t change,
• the word I hear? Just one: revenge!
• The rich men dwellin’ across the ocean?
• They watch and wait for more…distruction.

• So people’s starvin’, all skin and bones
• the world’s attendin’ makin’ war loans.
• Now a free nation it’s in a rage
• Yeah, they’ve been trapped, mice in the cage.

• They count each hour with a sure blast
• and nobody knows how long it’ll last.
• Many crossed talks, they wrote some files
• then shook their hands but with fake smiles.

• As the real reasons remain untold,
• there bodies lie, all dead and cold.
• The mothers cry, death all around,
• young boys and girls rest on the ground.

• It’s a heavy burden no one can bear,
• as all our words just took nowhere.
• They’re deaf and sneer to mournin’ an’ sob
• and armed with blinkers, they’ll end the "job".

• But my heart grieves over one question:
• who’ll avail of this unfair aggression?
• No matters what or who’s to blame:
• God, stop the war, their cruel game!

To the innocent people
dead in Lebanon and Israel