Another bomb blast and mother’s tears
Son, do you have fear of God to spare?
Who would you lead when all disappears
Will crowns matter without heads to wear?
Old goes the saying, those with ears hear.
Another bomb blast, I need a clue
So you just decided to stain the blues?
Wish I could see from your point of view
Wish I could comprehend just a few
Of your blades and the coldblooded tools.
Another bomb blast; another rankle
Sending messages as lit candles;
Why botcher people like the cattle
Why pull the trigger of a rifle
On civilians for just a title.