we love you God in the place you dwell
it is time for us to leave, to go to battle hell;
without you noticing God not even a sparrow falls
but in wars women children bleed, suffering starvation calls;
in World Wars millions of men die with your presence hid
without you batting an eye lid, into bloody soup war millions slid;
millions cried out to you in their pain their anguish their need
but only evil kept marching serving demons, beasts of blood greed;
we love you God in the place you dwell
hell is on earth this world horrors swiftly tell
millions billions called out to you as they dust fell;
we have learned all the peoples of the world
are but dust under the feet of unconquerable armies
arrogance daring cruelty are war's demon seed;
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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