A violent birth, savage ways
Ethnic cleansing, someone must pay
Countless battles, slavery ends
Fields littered with family and friends
Global war, we take the lead
No true winners, everyone bleeds
Troops now stationed in a hundred lands
Ships and aircraft like grains of sand
Missiles enough to annihilate mankind
Armageddon awaits if you cross the line
Arms exporter at your beck and call
Might makes right works for all
Push our culture, a mad grab for oil
Innocent blood stains the soil
Rich beyond the third worlds dreams
We leave the crumbs and take the cream
Lovers of peace we proclaim to be
How others perceive us is reality
See your reflection, at whom do you stare
A warrior nation dealing death and despair
~ John Hannan MSP 2009
