Tolerance

I watch the news each evening
Hear the old men with ancient dreams
Telling that theirs are the true gods
And all of the world just blasphemes


Tolerance


The papers are just like the ancients
Wiping other views out of sight
It seems I can’t even breathe these days
Without being told it’s not right


Tolerance


The face on the screen's so pale
His eyes wide with pain and fright
A soldier no more than a child
That’s trapped in an old mans fight


Tolerance