• The doves they are the birds of peace

The Hawks they silently slaughter

They come like snipers from the East

To murder sons and daughters

They brainwash young idealists

They tell them they are martyrs

They strap them with explosives

To kill innocent bystanders

The leaders live within the hills

Protected by their soldiers

But like all of histories infidels

Who thought they were dictators

They ended their corrupted lives

In bunkers or in craters