The Angels tears are falling soft upon our blessed lands,
for they can see the dreadful deeds held loose in careless hands.

If HE should say that fateful word, invade, (I want their oil),
then surely they'll weep harder still, unless we all recoil.

The dogs of war if loosed, from their restraining lead,
will run amuck in mindless rage and bite the hands that feed.

The Angels see what well may be, the scorched and blackened lands,
from massed weapons of destruction in OUR great leaders hands.

In visions clear they see the blood, the pain, the coming tears,
for ALL the lives so loved and lost and all the sad long years.

(Alex Elliot)