In peacetime sons bury their fathers
In war fathers bury their sons
The dead are all labeled as martyrs
And the living inherit the bullet and the gun
If religious crusade is your calling
Ask your god if he'll stop the bombs falling
On the heads of the poor that were silenced today
They were wailing so loud you can't hear yourself pray
A single death is tragic, a million a statistic
To say the war is fought for peace sounds cynically sadistic
Take your prayers and take your blaspheming
To the graves where the mothers are screaming
You can't convince me that you feel the loss
The last real Christian you killed on the cross
And while the world plays hide and seek
To cover up the violence
Innocence claims the right to speak
And guilt the right to silence