Mothers and Fathers, brothers and sisters,
our world’s full of them,
Uncles and aunts, cousins and friends,
were there too ever since the world began.
Cats and dogs, birds and flowers,
were there much before you could open your tiny eye.
But only when you learnt to think and only when you lifted a gun,
did living things begin to die.
Bright sun shine, rain and storm
a child sees where they come from,
lightning and thunder, but not gunfire or murder
makes a frightened child wonder
As we grow, as we fight
we want to have what’s within our rights.
Some for power, and others for destruction.
Evil and the outlaws smile on the streets of justice
caring touches of greed, walking over pebbles of peace.