War

Tomorrow
When world opens eyes
Birds will not sing
Water will not flow
Trees will not blossom
Tomorrow
Dawn will not be born
Earth swallows its sons
Mountains crumble
And clouds will keep their tears to themselves
Tomorrow
Daughters of grass and meadows
Will be buried in their wedding gowns
Tomorrow
War drums will invite angel of death
The land of two rivers will lose sleep
Open land, burned to bone will cry
Tomorrow
New rivers will flow
New sons will be born
From fire and blood