War Don't leave the basement , my little son . It is not the time to play and run . Most of your friends are already dead With bullets , hunger , terror and dread . Your mom a refugee and dad in battle Fighting for his freedom ,land and cattle . Your sisters missing, your grandpa lost— Lying perhaps dead somewhere in frost . Come to your grandma , go not outside . They are blinded by power, rage and pride . They have guns , tanks , planes and drones . Our men fight with prayers and stones . They hate our faith , colour and language. They bomb every city , town and village . They assault girls and humiliate the old . They kill the young and steal our gold . They control the media of every nation With threats , bribery and donation . Thieves, rapists , hypocrites and killers But they name themselves peacemakers . They do not fear any deity or God And rule the world with an iron rod . They are hunters and we are prey . We have been made for their play . Listen to me , O