The Greatest Injustice

They fight for religion, claim God is there muse.
They feel that their children were born for their use.
They strap them with mortar and kiss them goodbye.
They tell them God’s waiting, should they start to cry.

And the clock’s ever turning, no time left for love;
And the parents are weeping for children above.
As we stand back, we’re watching, this story unfold,
of the greatest injustice to God ever told.

She kisses the photo, the good Bible, too.
The Christmas tree glistens in red, white and blue.
The children are nestled so warm in their beds,
While Daddy, a soldier, is shot in the head.

And the clock’s ever turning, no time left for love;
And the children are weeping for parents above.
As we stand back, we’re watching, this story unfold,
of the greatest injustice to love ever told.

Shall we continue our ribbon charade?
While they boldly rejoice in a dead man’s parade?
If you were then offered the truth with a gun,
Would you regret when the blood starts to run?

And the clock’s ever turning, no time left for love;
And the nation is weeping for souls up above.
As we stand back, we’re watching, this story unfold,
of the greatest injustice to life ever told.


As we stand back, we witness the story unfold,
of the greatest injustice to life ever told