He wields his flute with an expert hand 

And then, all too soon 

The dancing stops and the children stand 

The piper calls the tune. 



He holds their future in his palm 

An old and powerful man 

With missiles poised and bombs at hand 

They wait for his command. 





With songs of fear and bigotry 

A cruel, hypnotic sound 

He plays his last tune greedily 

And strikes the children down.