It seems a waste of time to write

While shots ring out

And bombs and missiles fall,

While populations flee

And others have their backs against the wall,

While bullies swagger round the land

And choose their puppets to install,

It seems a waste of time to write.

 

No! This is what the strongmen want:

Put down your pen and  call it a day.

They seek monopolies on words,

Where peace means war

And truth means lies,

So long as it is someone else

Who stands before a tank and dies.