Put their worries in your mind

Try to figure out they are of what kind

You may notice how much they suffer

They; the victims of poverty and hunger

For a moment put your weapons aside

Try to give out the bread you hide

Feed those who need the power

To clean the houses filled of gun-powder

For a while put away your pride

And search for the humanity inside

Will you accept that kind of life?

Where a widow doesn’t know the meaning of a wife

For a second put away the lies you lied

Lies about the peace you spread wide

Peace is not a kid with a gun

Peace is not life in the run

Put yourself in their shoes

This isn’t a life you will choose