Bullets in the breach waiting waiting

a baby in the balance gestating gestating

who one day may take up arms

swept on by war's desperate alarms. 

Then the blood flows in the streets

and in the fields

 

When the men of God will come;

while there are bullets in the breach

men of God will come as a consequence

for without them where is the glory?

glory and mud do not mix

blood and mud will always mix. 

 

when the dogs of war are on the loose

they may come scratching at your door

men of God won't save you then

but cross their arms and shout Amen.