Rat a tat tat The last time we found ourselves in this place was yesterday and the yesterday before that Rat a tat tat Counting backwards we arrive at three and the yesterday's before the yesterday's of a war-filled history Peace has no history Some would argue That we've had Peace-time But I would counter That was merely a lull A break from the battle But not from death's rattle Just a breath A breath made of coldness Buried beneath machines Of mass destruction A weaponized instruction An evil held up by the deep roots of money Rat a tat tat The last time we found ourselves in this place was yesterday and the yesterday before that Rat a tat tat The last time In war's mind Feels the same As the last Our lull toward love Is just a break A break from Godless war I PRAY, NO MORE We don't have time No time for crying As the spirit's dying From murderous destruction WAKE UP War's the last Thing God
(The Weaver's Song)