​To fight in war for freedom not, for gain of pockets deep, no soul shall perish of the rich, while we parade the sheep. The endless march of soldiers blind,  patriot from the start, be torn from loved ones for the deeds, of men so cold at heart. And wives that love their husbands weep, a battle no just cause, for pockets of the wealthy cheap, and lords who just applause. The balance life has long forgot, of good and evil reign, the sinners rise, the righteous fall, in misery and pain. One day shall pass when scales will turn, the mass again find face, and all will see what evil rule, and fight against disgrace. Our land be blessed, and people thrive, no war for profits fought, and leaders held with dark distain, a trap in hell they're caught. And God put first among the sheep, the guilty washed away, a time of love, a time of peace, this time, a brand new day.
  MAY ALL MANKIND FLOURISH IN TRUTH!