Still Life
How arrogant the sword of men
Of science, of war and victory
A piece of tin to veil our sorrows
A piece of lead to unlock our fears
How arrogant the sword of men
To say we conquer, to say we’ve won
To free minds and prosper the poor
To claim peace and protect the weak
How arrogant the sword of men
With still absence in a lover’s kiss
With no voice in a shared bliss
With no stake in an empty space
How arrogant the sword of men
