War
How can man make peace
If the wars he causes will not cease
Everywhere there's a smoking gun
So much ended but nothing done
With so much life lost who can say who won
Death Of A Village
Poor little boy Bobby Joel
Just sick and lost his soul
Now he's just a number in the death toll
And in the village one by one all the children die
Leaving their mothers with nothing left but to cry
But the city is too busy for any pity but a sigh
Modern Times
The police man gets your name in the book
He ain't gonna let you off the hook
You're starving in the street but your goose is cook
What's the use in trying
You might as well be dying
Than left with nothing but the tears you're crying
Your boss took your job away from you
But there was nothing the government could do
Until you rebelled and stole what was your due
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