They come to rule and not by chance
Aided by a bloodied lance
No elections needed here

Such things mundane are not their way
A thousand rivals lying dead
And their families starved, decayed

No relief by foreign aid
A poisoned dagger is their way


Government by those who kill
And then collect from U.N. tills
They live on aid and ask for more

When all it does is pay for way

So carefree

Your killing spree
I must be blind I can't see
Tell me what is human life worth


The skies cry bloody tears