What will it take
For you to lay down your guns?
To open your eyes
To the atrocities you've done?
How many innocents
Must suffer at your hands
Before you all realize
You need a change of plan?
On a daily basis
The streets are soaked with blood
You tend to preach "GOD'S" message
These days devoid of love
I wonder if you notice
How soaked your hands are
Stained red permanently
By pride stretched too far
I'm waiting for the day
All wars disperse
Crumble into nothing
Our world no longer cursed..