A sting at a time

Who would ever tell,
That some day would surely come
When we’ll no more need
To exchange guns and bullets
So we can trade our wars

The war has come and
E’eryone has a new weapon
Even the children
White men and their white troubles
Aiming to make things easy

The war has begun
Put on your armour of hugs,
Kisses and handshakes
Let’s cause the nations to quake,
With these little acts of love.

Tochi