The Day of Reckoning

                      for John Lennon

The trumpets sound, it's the time--
The time that I've been waiting for--
The manufacturers of this war
Will pay for all their evil crimes.

This bloody war, this bloody crime,
This mindless murder will not stand,
This time, it's different this time--
They cannot hide their bloody hands.

The truth is written in the blood
Of many innocents who died--
Not for the country, nor for God,
But profits, ignorance and lies.

This war will no longer sell--
The people will no longer buy,
It's their war, it's their hell--
Only this time, it’s them who'll die.

The time's ran out, the die is cast--
The beast is once again released,
What's now is now, the past is past--
Death comes to those who stood for this.

Sing, poet, sing--these are the times,
Let people rise and witness this--
The truth is out of the crimes
Of those who preach that war is peace.

They will be choking on their lies,
They'll go mad, they'll lose their sight,
And one by one they'll drop like flies,
Blinded by God's impartial light.
 
Then all the people will rejoice
And share the earth with dignity,
And I will hear their voice
Of love and peace and liberty.
 

                                               October 11, 2001
                                            --Alexander Shaumyan