Blessed be the children
Who lay slain on the floor
Either this way now
Or that way later
They will die in the middle of a war
Caught between the crossfire
Life is the only desire
Darkness covers light
One must never give up the fight
For remember
Blessed be the children
Who lay slain on the floor
Either young now
Or later and older
They will die in the middle of a war
The burden of death
Is one we all shoulder
The load is heavy
Can you give a hand?
Oh, in this
The “promise land.”
Blessed be the war
Until it is on the shore
Just behind your back door
Something you should abhore
