One man’s war

 One man’s war


One man’s war holds in store

Death and exile, fear and horror. 

How did we let him get this far

Why not stopped long time before?


We only heard the words the Lord said

About the doves and being gentle

Drinking tea in China cups 

Politely with the enemy. 


He mentioned serpents and being cunning

But those lines we found were missing 

We hadn’t learned the lessons of the millions

Who perished in Auschwitz and Birkenau. 


Who lived in ghettos til transported 

On trains like sheep to the station 

They meekly walked into gas chambers

Were shown no mercy for their patience.  


To work for peace is not so simple 

We simply cannot suffer murder

In the hope that someone else

Will come to rescue and to save us. 


Peace will come when the bully’s beaten

With his hands behind his back

All the prayers and all the candles

Are simply not good enough. 


And when it’s over the message clearer

To athletes and the Bolshoi Ballet

There are consequences for a country

There are dues that must be paid. 


This is a war that belongs to Putin

But the drumbeat sounds globally

The damage is felt universally

There must be Justice finally. 


Every country has its fools

They raise their voices to defend him

Time has passed when we listen to them

We simply hold for victory. 

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