If the future had to speak its history
Would it be only bleak?
Wars, guns, genocide
Cant I rhyme this line with a smile?
Politicians lying, a child is crying
All he sees is guns and corpses
God, give him a home, hes all alone
His mamas gone, his papas gone
To greed and hate and power chasing
He dont even have a say
Help me sing
Sihelele, langua bato
We dont want no war, no war no more
Sihelele langua bato
Tell the politician, no war no more
Heres a story about a boy like yours born in a town like yours
He wakes up one day to bombshells and death knells
His familys gone, his world is lost
In oil chasing, war making
He dont even have a say
Help me sing
He dont even have a say
Lets be his voice
Ali gets his arms, But he dont have no one to run to
Ali gets his arms, He dont have no mama to hug
Said he dont have no family, no no no no no
How many people must die before we call it World War Three, World War Three, Stop the war, stop the war, no no no,
Tell the politician, no war no more.