crying parents tell their children
a son exclaims there'll be nothing to do to
her daughter says she'll be dead with you
while foreign affairs are screwing us rotten
line morale has hit rock bottom
dying embers stand forgotten
talks of peace were being trodden
is this the value of our existence
should we proclaim with such persistence
our destiny relies on conscience
an empty face reflects extinction
ugly scars divide the nation
there will be no exaltation