D'you feel the horror encroaching on us?
They're getting us prepared for wars to come,
Ever so slowly like a one wheeled bus
Ever so subtle 'cause they know we're dumb.
Ever increasing horrors on parade,
Ever the spectacles that will enrage
Ever more reasons for the next crusade,
Ever the psychology to engage.
Oh simple, simple me please stop and think,
Beyond the headlines and beyond the past,
Don't let them trick you once more to the brink
Of wars they say will always be the last.
But who will hear and ignore nonetheless,
The voice that's crying in the wilderness?