It should be in every soldier’s book
To prevent war by hook or crook
If not to wash your hands in blood
To find the ability to make peace
Than to find the command to kill.
For our carnivorous way of death
Will meet the story of Macbeth
As your own head will fall from grace
And evil spirits of blood will rejoice your death.
Where if you remain loyal
To the holistic royalty of truth and Man
To strike by words the darkness
And bring to fact a new civilization
For those we can call the enemy
As we use the peacemakers weapons
As one ordinary man can make a difference
Like the One on the cross.
Why should we wait
And pass our work to the Boss?