Hot wars nowadays
In the far west
Close to the former east
And an usurper at our doorstep
Trying to bring the father down
With all the force he can master
While they bristle with weapons
At the old cradle
Where same faiths create same deaths
A death always being the same
Gone for ever
From the face of this planet
Why, we should ask, do the murderers
And other power greedy jerks never think
About tomorrow
Tomorrow they will be gone
And all their efforts will have been
For nothing
All we need is a little time
Tomorrow will have gotten rid of them
And of their crazed world