Who dies? Who lives?
In the Armageddon,
Who justifies the bow & arrows?
Who weighs the guns & bullets?
Who counts the tears & sorrows?
Who remembers the days & dates?
All the blood spilled,
What was boiling ?
Was it blood or
Water sheathing the swords ?
Who lost limbs
Who lost eyes
Will they walk freely,
Will they see freedom?
And who died defending
Will they rest,
as you’re screaming, It’s peace.
And why won’t it be
One who shouted: died
One who cried: died
One who laughed: died.
It’s peace in the graveyard.
Isn't it peace in the graveyard.
The cost of blood,
the reward of sins,
the trophies over skulls,
you call it freedom?
You’re trapped forever
between the red rivers
guarded by ghosts:
who, cries, laughs…
You’re prisoner of history
and the justice is
you’re free to live.