• Consider all the lives that where never lived,
    Dead before born,
    All the joys that those parents never gived,
    Too full of anger, too full of scorn,

    Consider those lives that were ruined by violence,
    The gun and the knife,
    When all that matters is your next stabbing technique,
    You know your life's full of too much anger and strife,

    Consider those lives that where given then taken,
    For country and for queen,
    Those dying corpses that had been forsaken,
    That rot, never to be seen,

    Consider the poverty that infects world number three,
    The suffering and the worry,
    The death and woe we never see,
    For the deeds we commit, we are never sorry,

    And yet consider all the good we have done for the world,
    The wonders and the honourable acts,
    All our economy great and proud,
    All of our knowledge, all of our facts,

    But still the world cries to itself at night,
    "Why won't they leave me alone?",
    All the fumes they've pumped around me,
    All the fools that now surround me,
    All the sorrow that frankly, confounds me,
    "Why can't they just fly away?",
    "Leave me alone for at least a single day".