Change

When I watch the daily war on the angry TV screen
I ask myself who are the men in the back of this scene
who is pulling the threads in this awful gane of death
who gave them the right to decide about other lives

Where is the church, where are the preachers
they just hide their faces
from the safety distance they condemn the places
but not the leaders

They are sitting in higher places, they're ruling the world
they're living in lunatic asylum called national government
and they won't stop until they are on top of the world
and the silent crowd keeps waiting on a change