Behind the mask of the dictator

I know there is a damaged man.

Inside the man there is a frightened little boy

With scary toys

That somebody will make a deal with.

On either side there is resistance

to the thought of change.

Eventually there is a moment

When one by one the zen machine guns fall to silence.

And all the children still alive can then be saved

To turn em into good little soldiers.

O Warrior Warrior

Why do you want to kill and kill and kill

The women and the children!

Your mothers and your daughters!

Your very own ancestors!

There is no them and us and them and us at all...

Just other versions of ourselves.