The soldier lies next to the innocent,
Both dying from a machine gun's shells spent.
They lie in pools of blood from their wounds,
Their lives ebbing away, they will be dead soon.
They say, "That this is the fortunes of war."
It would be so wonderful if it happened no more.
Take your fight away from the innocents,
Kill each other until your heart's content.
Take your disputes to uninhabited lands and seas
Better yet give up fighting and make peace.
Let the innocents live another day,
To dress your wounds and for the dead pray.
The loss of innocents in a war
Make aggressors and defenders the devil's whores.
Beat your swords into plowshares to feed your poor.
Isn't that better than killing them in a war?