So rockets and missiles are dying,
people bleeding, dying,
in mourning mothers are crying.
Call up the reserves boys, this is war.
For ideology, theology, nationality,
How brave, how noble,
Nnothing of the sort!
Noble is the art of seeking to set aside our differences,
see beyond tit for tat…
For an eye for an eye leaves us blind,
leaves us numb,
leaves us dumb.
so be brave,
This is peace.