The Boots Are Marching
EM = By Ken Setter
A million boots are marching
Treading new ground
And the earth trembles
If you want to live in peace they say
Prepare for war.
We have depleted the land
Poisoned the rivers
Still men around the leader
Shout as one
Prepare for war.
We have built machines to kill
Our bread is dry
Boots have no hearts to feel
Only tongues to shout
Prepare for war.
They move forward
Trampling opposition
I hear the boots at night say
You who want peace first you must
Prepare for war.
We built the ships and planes
Sacrificed our youth
Stored the bombs
We did all they asked
We prepared for war.
But where is the peace?
Where is the peace?