Verse 1:
If the future had to speak its history
Would it be only bleak?
Wars, guns, genocide
Can’t I rhyme this line with a smile?
Politicians lying, a child is crying
All he sees is guns and corpses
God, give him a home, he’s all alone
His mama’s gone, his papa’s gone
To greed and hate and power chasing
He don’t even have a say
Help me sing
Chorus:
Sihelele, langua bato
We don’t want no war, no war no more
Sihelele langua bato
Tell the politician, no war no more
Verse 2:
Here’s a story about a boy like yours born in a town like yours
He wakes up one day to bombshells and death knells
His family’s gone, his world is lost
In oil chasing, war making
He don’t even have a say
Help me sing
Chorus
He don’t even have a say
Let’s be his voice
Ali gets his arms, But he don’t have no one to run to
Ali gets his arms, He don’t have no mama to hug
Said he don’t have no family, no no no no no
How many people must die before we call it World War Three, World War Three, Stop the war, stop the war, no no no,
Tell the politician, no war no more.