Red and swollen tears
Tumble from her eyes
While cold silver birds
Who came to cruise the skies
Send death down to bend
And twist her tiny hands
And then proceed to TARGET B
In keeping with their plans
Khaki priests of Christendom
Interpreters of love
Ride a stone Leviathan
Across a sea of blood
And pound their feet into the sand
Of shores they've never seen
Delegates from the western land
To join the death machine
And we send cards and letters

The oxen lie beside the road
Their bodies baked in mud
And fat flies chew out their eyes
Then bathe themselves in blood
And super heroes fill the skies
Tally sheets in hand
Yes, keeping score in times of war
Takes a superman
The junk crawls past hidden death
Its cargo shakes inside
And soldier children hold their breath
And kill them as they hide
And those who took so long to learn
The subtle ways of death
Lie and bleed in paddy mud
With questions on their breath
And we send prayers and praises