A bewildered child is crying out into the cold-hearted desolate night

Thinking that someone one will save him from all this fearful fright

But no one can save this child, not by a long sight

This child may not even make it to the saddening sunlight

When savage weaponry is being carelessly and treacherously carried without a second thought

And all you can hear through the trees is Pop. Pop! POP!

Their friends, their brothers, their sisters, their ......mothers all being shot by some mister

All for a quick dollar from each other and another

Did they ever think to see that baby in that wooden basket, in that hut?

And to find that it was rolled under that bulldozer all cut up

And for what?

All for that quick buck?

That wondrous boy wild as can be

Is now sadistically chained and to never be set free

Family torn from his fearful innocent eyes

And all he can do is scream to the sky

His animalistic screams echoes through the seeing trees

Witnessing all of the horrid heart breaking scenes

And God, Oh God they proclaim "Save us by all means"

But no one can hear them by the rumbling of the metal machines