The world is ending
With no peace;
The fires of cannons
Are rubbing my streets
Destroying my houses
And finishing my homes
Belonging to those innocents
Who only made these
Just to live with peace.
The violence of evil creatures
Is causing the blood sheds
That is flowing in my streets
Which makes the mortals weep.
The hands are standing
In praying position
And the eyes are down
Wanting some rest
Even in destruction.
The helping hands are around
Providing them life which is sound,
But who will abolish the evils?
Who will restore the people?
O people of the world
A time has come
To show your beauty;
The beauty of love
The beauty of care.
O people of the world
It is a wake up call
Get up and hold us all
As my people are crying
But still, no pity at all