• 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

        An Irish Summer

We packed the picnic basket

We organised the car

We plastered on the sun cream

The swimsuit and guitar

We had our little sing song

As we drove along the coast

The visor down to block the sun

We’re turning into toast

We arrive onto the sun kissed beach

We organise our towels

And just as we have settled in

The wind begins to howl

The sand it whips across the dunes

Our expressions turn to scowling

The towels are flying down the beach

The goosebumps are appearing

The waters lapping around our feet

The sandwiches are all sodden

We then retreat admit defeat

And make for home downtrodden
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The instructor roars out orders loud

In Military style that makes him proud

The Drills that train a man to kill

To take a life is an accomplished skill

 

The serpents fanned the fires of hell

The demons of the damned did yell

The sorrow in their hearts to tell

Oh, How the rich and mighty fell.
The heat the flames the roaring cries

Ignored by satan’s fiery eyes

Who sneered and snarled and wormed his way

Into their minds and souls, to play.
Remember, deep in your mind engraved

The many lives you could have saved

If yours were not so mad, depraved

Innocents dumped in lime filled graves.

 

They cried for help in times of pain

History repeating again and again

The horror cycle will still remain

The hunger for power is a human domain.