Was it for this we nailed him to a tree,

Spat at his face and mocked him in his pain,

This bigot’s venom, cursing refugees,

This bully, battering woman’s fragile frame,

These schools, where in the guise of Charity,

We dress our sons to kill for national pride,

Our sons, marched off to war’s insanity,

Our sons we mourn, yet whom we’ve crucified ?

We raise up temples to the God of War,

Slay innocence, strike fear in all mankind;

How can the dove of peace be free to soar,

If hearts of stone and closed minds make us blind?

     If I can change the world, here I will start:

     Let no-one be a stranger in my heart.