From gj@comlab.oxford.ac.uk Wed Mar 22 16:17:28 PST 1995

today you hear the sounds of guns
people's blood paints our streets

tonight the town is all in flames
there are snipers along our roads

today you see the children crying
smoke and gas billow in our ruins

tonight the army whets its knives
on the broken bones of our family

so come away across the mountains
tomorrow we can start another war