Away in bomb shelters, concrete for a bed The little lost children lay down their sweet heads
The drones in the dark sky look down where they lay While they pray to the angels to fly them away
The mother is crying, the baby awakes The building is rocking, the whole city shakes
Bless all the dear children who are living through hell But the Lockheed and Boeing shares are doing so well
O Father forgive them, for they still do not know This world is a sandbox and time’s wind will blow Away all the borders, every kingdom will fall And the riches we fight for are nothing at all
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