Thundering sounds of pitched battles,
Make earth and sky tremble with fear,
Cries of dying men rise and fall in the air,
While war-mongers guffaw with pride in decorated chairs,
Cruelty runs through the blood of war mongers,
They arm each nation to teeth,
So bombs blast with horrific sounds,
And people die like swarms of flies,
Whose ghastly sights make our flesh creep