THE RIVER OF BLOOD

The river of blood flows every day
And meets the time’s infinite sea;
The power of hate grows every day
To plant the nations’ malice-tree.

The corpses of truth lie everywhere,
The butchers reign supreme;
The message of peace is in despair
And the thirst for blood extreme.

The voice of the innocents no more cry
For they all sleep in graves;
The troops are sent only to die-
They all are merely slaves.

The boast of the cannibals can not last,
The rule of the beasts will fall
If the eternal message of love and trust
Can ever unite us all.