Masters of War

The masters of war are loosed from the pit
They pile up their money as our flesh is split
And the innocent's veins that pour out the blood
Are smoothing their way to the darkness for good

Time and again I have cried the days short
That fading is peace while they spoil us for sport
So soon the day breaks they release their machines
That hunt us as prey while they hide behind screens

But short is their vision and broken their hand
They make a chimera of machine and man
And think they will live in a life without death
As in Noah's days when long was the breath

But as in those days when the flood took it all
The vibrating power that broke down the walls
Will take the imbalance and even the scales
With fire and true cleansing that smothers their wails

It is for the meek to inherit the earth
Though gentle of spirit and humble of birth
The way is forgiveness and love for another
Treat each as yourself, a sister and brother