Mass confusion, destruction everywhere
The dropping of bombs, explosions destroying everything
All that’s left is dilapidated building and people living in despair
Dictation, bruises, men dying by the thousands
Lack of nutrition, starvation, children crying
Footmen weakened by the stench slowly dying
The flesh of bodies are slowly deteriorating
A whole nation wiped out, a lost generation
Bloodshed scattered, I hear the cries of the people
I can hear the relatives of those weeping
The dictator sits back in his chair and eat his steak
He doesn’t feel any remorse any regrets
Because his mind is evil and his heart is filled with hate
He doesn’t care for his people, he doesn’t care for the souls that died at his hands
Peace, peace come to us
When will the bloodshed end?
Peace, peace rescue us
From the angry face of the dictator
Let us come together in unity
Let love shine and end the hate
Let freedom ring in liberty
Rid us of the dictator
Before the bloodshed starts again
Peace come unto us before it’s too late
Angela Wilson
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