Come and see the blood in the streets. Come and see the blood in the streets... Where ? You know where there are fighting in the streets.

Middle East Madness...

War in the streets...

Bitter life in times like these.
While God declines beyond the seas;
Instead.
Man,
Brother,
Sister,
Father,
Son,
All faiths again each other.
Religion ? 

When he thinks God has gone away
Man takes up his sword to slay
His brother;
We can hear death's roar.
It shadows the hovels of the poor.

Like the old songs they left behind,
We have hanged our harps on the trees again.
The blood of boys is on the wind.
Their blood is mingled with the rain.