There are people crying, today, and there I
am.
There are people celebrating, on the other side of the moon.
For You have been unjust and unfair to them.
For those you call your leaders have been bullish.
They think you have.
All of you, Ceasars of the Free World
I wish you could recall what one taught us, not too long ago.
For all the wounds that we can suffer
For all the tears that we can cry
We must love each other
Or we must die.
