Pray For Belgium – War Leaders Of The World, Wake Up…

I’m Belgian and I live an hour away from Brussels.
After the dramatic events in Paris and terrorists
hiding in suburbs of our capital I was confronted
with soldiers & police for several weeks at rock
concerts. An unreal experience in a modern world
going completely mad. With the new horrific attacks
– again – many families are terribly affected, another
inconceivable tragedy. When will this insanity stop?
It’s about time that all world leaders gather and
re-think their modus operandi. The world is in war
since its conception. In 1961, the late, American
president Eisenhower warned everybody of the military
industrial complex. Nobody listened. War means power
and money. The war industry ignores the tremendously
poignant and extremely negative result for human kind.
A drastic turnaround in the politicians’ mind worldwide
is vital. I don’t believe in war, I don’t believe in
revenge, it’s the road to destruction…

The eastern world it is explodin’, violence flarin’, bullets loadin’
You’re old enough to kill but not for votin’
You don’t believe in war, but what’s that gun you’re totin’?
And even the Jordan river has bodies floatin’

But you tell me over and over and over again my friend
Ah, you don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction

Don’t you understand, what I’m trying to say?
Can’t you feel the fears I’m feeling today?
If the button is pushed, there’s no running away
There’ll be no one to save with the world in a grave
Take a look around you, boy, it’s bound to scare you, boy

And you tell me over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction

Yeah, my blood’s so mad, feels like coagulatin’
I’m sittin’ here just contemplatin’
I can’t twist the truth, it knows no regulation
Handful of Senators don’t pass legislation

And marches alone can’t bring integration
When human respect is disintegratin’
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin’

And you tell me over and over and over again my friend
Ah, you don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction

Think of all the hate there is in Red China
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama
Ah, you may leave here for four days in space
But when you return it’s the same old place

The poundin’ of the drums, the pride and disgrace
You can bury your dead but don’t leave a trace
Hate your next door neighbor but don’t forget to say grace

And tell me over and over and over and over again my friend
You don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction
No, no
You don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction

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JL

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