Come you masters of war.You that build all the guns.You that build the death planes.You that build the big bombs.You that hide behind walls.You that hide behind desks.I just want you to know I can see through your masks...Let me ask you one question. Is your money that good? Will it buy you forgiveness, do you think that it could?I think you will find, when your death takes its toll, all the money you made will never buy back your soul.
~ Bob Dylan
