Bombs Do Not Rain Peace

Bombs do not rain peace / Do not believe their thunder / They spill blood, they take lives, / Barbaric is their core, their substance / Their origins and their legacy.

Bombs do not rain peace / They spill blood, they take lives, / Mothers, fathers, children, / Cats, dogs, and birds / Are they not left homeless, forsaken? / Yet your gaze remained fearless

A woman carried upon her back / Her precious pearls / Walking into the unknown / Walking all alone / From Abel to Cain / From Egypt to the Hittites / Your eyes do not change / Nor your countenances / Your bloodlust / Your masks never fall away.

Do carriages, aeroplanes, / Horses, and carts / Ever carry hope? / Those standing guard through the night / Fighting without boots, without belts / Do they whistle, do they break into song?

At the railway stations / Those waving goodbye to the morning / The casualties of war / They pass right through our midst / Are they the wounded ones, or are we? / Imagine the sun covering the darkness with its hands / Perched upon the dead / Is the beak of the vulture.

I am a stranger to this era / To the blackness of wars / To the globe and to mankind / A stranger, utterly a stranger / If only I could embrace those whose hearths are cold / Those who have fallen into the fire / While the world burns / So they do not freeze