They come to rule and not by chance

Aided by a bloodied lance 

No elections needed here 

Such things mundane are not their way 

A thousand rivals lying dead 

And their families starved, decayed 

No relief by foreign aid 

A poisoned dagger is their way 



Government by those who kill 

And then collect from U.N. tills 

They live on aid and ask for more 

When all it does is pay for way 



So carefree 

Your killing spree 

I must be blind I can't see 

Tell me what is human life worth 



The skies cry bloody tears