Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death place
You that held all the guns
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know I can see through your masks

You that never done nothing
But to build and destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a drug in my head
Then you hide from my eyes
Then you turn and run following the fast foolish line

Like Judas of old
You lie and decieve
A world war can be won
You won't need to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water that runs down my drain

You that fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you sit back and watch
While the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansions
While young peoples blood
Flows out of their bodies and is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That could ever be hurled
The fear to bring children
Into this world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood that runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn?
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good?
Will it buy you forgiveness?
Do you think that it could?
Oh I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I'll follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch as you're lowered
Into your deathbed
And I'll stand on your grave til I'm sure that you're dead

Bob Dylan - Masters Of War 1963




I belong to
Maybe I should contribute some time.

Peace.