The people of our world do not share an equality of life. To do nothing to help change that allows the pain to continue. What is worse is that we may be linked to the cause.

Lyrics:
How can I speak  dreams of peace
When my jaw grips tight with rage?
How can we trust documents of peace
When it’s wars of words we wage?
How can we stop the fighting
When it feeds the corporate need ?
The gold is red from the morals bled, name a god to back your green.

Lets all sit tight through economic strife, we’re as wealthy as we feel.
Believe what your leaders tell you, they’re there to serve a mass appeal.
Kind and gentle in consumer temples, it’s how life was meant to be.
Lets all join hands and praise the motherland and complete the travesty.

chorus : It’s easy to start a fight. It’s easy to claim we’re right.
It’s not so hard to play we’re dumb when we find out we’re the guilty ones.

I do not mean to point a finger, but I think hands should be raised;
Asking questions for some concrete answers, don’t let your silence dig more graves.
Political diversity doesn’t make for evil deeds.
The whole world wasn’t raised the same, take a look to the Middle East.
chorus

Don’t be fooled by what you see on your wide screen TV.
Reality hungers at our feet, in the jungle, in the street.
chorus
The guilty ones, oh, the guilty ones.

Words and music by Eric E. Everett © 1989