Black Days

Come,my friend,let's sing a song For times that were and are no more Surely ,surely,the good time is here Hurrey,hurray,no more fear Come,come,i say come Let's sing abmout the lack of vision Of greed and mad ambition Of those who only speak of pomp and power Whose teeth are spears and arrows And their tongue a shrp sword They use it not for words They speak of war They speak of competition In power and ammunition They make guns their mouth piece And innocent blood their morning tea Hmm,they are all gone Let's sing from morn till dawn of the sun Though the scar is still there Left to be remembered by generations unborn The wound is healed!