(Donald Charles Book and Kurt Wagner)

To whom can I speak today

The brothers they are equal

But the old friends of today

They have become unlovable



To whom can I speak today

The gentleness has perished

And the violent man has come down on everyone



To whom can I speak today

The wrong which roams the earth

There can be no end to it

It is just unstoppable



Death is in my sights today

As when a man desires

To see home after many years in jail



February through December

We have such a tragic year

As separate as the fingers

Suddenly - as one - as the hand



And the violent man has come down on everyone

And the violent man has come down on everyone