"You'll pretend you were men instead of babies, and you'll be played

in the movies by Frank Sinatra and John Wayne or some of those

other glamorous, war-loving, dirty old men. And war will look just

wonderful, so we'll have a lot more of them. And they'll be fought by

babies like the babies upstairs."

Kurt Vonnegut "Slaughterhouse - Five or The Children's Crusade"



Favourite toys turn people to trash

Don't know if I see tomorrow

Fire and lead devour my flesh

Wild fear drowns my sorrow



Fog of death eclipses the morning sun

Screams and cries - that's music of war

Rush for tomorrow try to live one more day

Or your body is taken home

... in a wooden box



Long time ago we had different way

You could decide what to die for

With a sword in your hand and your homeland to save

Man, not breakfast for shells



We see the morning sun

And we know that life is fun

We don't want

To die

We are tired

Of lies

We just want to live in peace

These "wars of deliverance"

Like a gold mine that never ends

We don't want

To fight

For somebody's

False pride

Treat us just - we're also people



Children's crusade...

Crusade...

I see through the clouds - a faint ray of hope

I know after storm sun will shine

And darkness will have to retreat

Dark...