In 24 Hours

In 24 hours ending on July 1,
Almost a thousand soldiers were killed.
These were Russian soldiers,
And that much of their blood was spilled.

Bless the human beings,
Those of every land.
We mourn and cry in anguish
When they're buried in the sand.

Nine hundred seventy lives were lost,
Nine hundred seventy laid in their graves.
War is diabolical,
And those who bring it on are knaves.

Russia has a president—
Vladimir Putin, you know.
He's responsible for all these deaths,
Responsible for every soul.

 The Gun Wears Its Own Badge

The gun wears its own badge
And that isn't the way it should be.
The gun thinks it's the sheriff,
And the bullet, its deputy.

The man with a gun administers justice,
Or the justice as he sees.
But he can't see what's right and wrong,
Because he can't see through the trees.

He pulls the trigger and calls it just—
He lays a person down.
He thinks just because he has a gun,
He's the sheriff in that town.

But trigger-happy sheriffs,
Who suppose the gun is a badge,
Often don't do what's right—
That never was their pledge.

So if a gunman comes a-calling,
And he thinks he is the law,
Tell him to get out of here.
Tell him to withdraw.

They March Them Home

They march them home—
The immigrants.
Turn them out,
Hiss at them and shout,
Scorn, condemn, and flout.

But there is another march
Awaiting the immigrants:
The march into Heaven.
Heaven’s gates will welcome them;
They are God’s diadem.

 

 The Buffalo Soldiers

The Buffalo Soldiers, they called them,
And Buffalo Soldiers they were—
Fighting for America,
They caused quite a stir.

Black soldiers, all,
Black soldiers, everyone—
They were the most noble soldiers
That you could find under the sun.

Back then, there was segregation
All across the land,
So Black soldiers couldn't be in the same unit
As White soldiers—understand?

So units were composed of Black men—
Black men, everyone—
And these honorable soldiers fought,
Fought, and never did run.

Bullets Take Out Heroes

Bullets take the brave.
They take out the heroes who dare to fight.
Bullets bear no mercy;
They turn courage into fright.

Bullets blister babies;
They spare not the child.
They ransom women
And set the criminal running wild.

Peace knows not the bullet.
Peace calls for the bullet to be put down.
Peace calls for reason
And tries to protect everyone around.

 Too Much Blood

Too much blood runs in the street.
Too many lives are lost.
Too many children cry—
War comes at great cost.

Too many wars,
Too many bombs,
Too many people
Buried in tombs.

Run from the battlefield,
Hide in the bushes.
Death awaits you—
It’s all war produces.