As you shake your head,
He jumps across a stretcher
In a bombed out home,
Everything is violence
Cries the teacher.
Armies come and go and wander in between
Finding cities to sack
Women to rape
Children to enslave
Blood to spill again and again
When does it end you ask?
Everything is Violence!
You were brought into this world with violence,
With violence you were formed,
With violence you were expelled,
With violence you were made to breathe
With violence you were behaved,
Prevented from committing more violence.
Look at the line of people,
They march and seem
To be peaceful,
But they march to hold the reins
To whip and pull
Leading men where they want.
They spill no blood now,
But will one day,
As dreams are worth nothing
Violence by itself is a nightmare,
Violence with a dream is progress.
Your whole world is built on a web of violence,
With violence against mother earth you are fed,
With violence against the poor you are housed,
With violence against the brown you have land,
With violence against children you are not questioned,
It just is, but is it just?
Hah! He continues to laugh,
Winding down a staircase,
A light in his hand burning off the night,
Everything is violence!