Shiva enough graves and enough headstones
The Middle East has become a graveyard
Where the rights of man are found fetid bones
And the bones of lib’rty in the junkyard
Stop your ugly destr’ction and your jaywalk
Your timely triumph but a shameful crime
I’m talking to you now cock of the walk
Take heed of the lethal patience of time
No creation shall live fore’er to last
Walking all the distance of tomorrow
The walker walking falls un’ware and fast
Shrouded by the mourning wails of sorrow
Shiva come to God who’ll forgive your crime
It’s time to become pen’tent, it’s your time