Inky Fingers

Oh where are the young men?

Men of destiny

Only intervention can really set you free

How can we put our faith

In the United Nations?

When there's always someone

With ink on their fingers

The gospels and swan-songs

The sick and the destroyed

Drowned out, below inside Satan's disguise

Please God do your work, make it swift and secure

Sometimes justice can be sweet and so pure

All the naive politicking

Hang your heads in shame

Your guilt is paralysing

From the colonial age

Sanctions and speeches

Melt like snow in your hands

One man's freedom fighter is another dictatorship

The gospels and swan-songs

The sick and the destroyed

Drowned out, below inside Satan's disguise

Please God do your work, make it swift and secure

Sometimes justice can be sweet and so pure