Who will save the war child baby?
Who controls the key?
The web we weave is thick and sordid,
Fine by me.
At times of war, we’re all the losers,
There’s no victory.
We shoot to kill and kill your lover,
Fine by me.
War child, victim of political pride.
Plant the seed, territorial greed.
Mind the war the child,
We should mind the war child.
I spent last winter in New York,
And came upon a man.
He was sleeping on the streets and homeless,
He said, “I fought in Vietnam”.
Beneath is shirt he wore the mark,
He bore the mark with pride.
A two inch deep incision carved,
Into his side.
War child, victim of political pride.
Plant the seed, territorial greed.
Mind the war the child,
We should mind the war child.
Who’s the loser now? Who’s the loser now?
We’re all the losers now. We’re all the losers now.
Let’s thank God for what we have.
Let’s not ask God for Peace.
Prayers don’t change the world.
Prayers change the person.
And people can change the world.
Let’s ask Him the wisdom with which we can achieve Peace. There’s no point in giving something we cannot keep.
Like the Chinese saying: Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Teach a man to fish and he will eat for a lifetime.
Can we be taught? Do we want to be students?
There are so many wars and we are all children.
Children skipping school.
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To the Faithful Departed. Great album by Cranberries. Regarding peace and life itself I do like the african poverb which says: Little people living in little places doing little/trivial things can change the world. Ghandi once said that if we want the change we need to do it yourselves, so maybe it's the same about peace: if we want it to be, to happen, to stand, to be kept, we must fight for it, we must feel it into ourselves and then all people around us might be enlighted also.
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