How far did the child's tear have to fall
Unreal and sad the days must have been
Two leaders and only one starts the brawl
Bombs fell and all was lost in a harrowing spin
The guilty have no cares as they fill their coffers
And the innocent must melt away in a wars grin
Machine gun blood is the only currency left to offer
So men shake hands and Georgia bares the chagrin
My God we should have tried or at the least cried
Are we so blind we no longer hear the howl of misery
Pleasures of the man dictated and no one replied
What will we do when Georgia is bones and mystery
When war knocks on our door and we are subdued
Lost in our own translation talking nonsense and noise
With leaders who teach nothing but ideas that are skewed
Lives get destroyed and we continue to play with our toys
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