They fire more bullets … penetrating the body of another child
Bleeding, from the leg, from the liver … The body is drained by a rain of metal
His eyes seek a star in the sky … falling in space, seeking a new home
Perhaps the beauty of that shooting star will comfort him … but the black clouds blocked his vision
His Soul held onto his body or whatever is left of it … And the Angels wail, begging for forgiveness
The child’s head smashed on the rocks … And bitter blood spilling
Mixed with tears of Agony … as it triquels down the cheek of the moon
The Wind thickens and the Spirit holds on … and still in his hand a stone
When he released the stone … the moment it touched the earth, it exploded.
The Earth trembled as his body was laid on a triangle of red blood
The Black clouds from above … and the green lawn from beneath
Then butterflies from Heaven … furnished a white bed, embraced with flowers
Surrounded by the Angels, bowing … and their faces covered with dirt
Damn the Leaders of War … Damn the leaders of the world
Whenever we ask them about destruction … they say: "we do this for your protection"
They have protected nothing but Death and Disgrace … Day and Night, protecting their propaganda of lies
They say that they stand for Peace … but in the night, they fire more bullets