the rivers run red with the blood of our sons
the sky is burnt black by the smoke of our guns
the hand we stretch out is clenched in a fist
the ones we once loved we betray with a kiss
the war of the world the curse of man’s hate
can we still love or is it too late
what will it take to open our eyes
for while we are blind another man dies
will we still reach with hands open wide
to a world we ignored in ridiculous pride
rivers run red
