Crass

We're looking for a better world, but what do we see?
Just hatred, poverty, aggression, misery
So much money spent on war
When three quarters of the world is so helplessly poor
Major General Despair sits at his desk, planning a new mode of attack
He's quite unconcerned about chance or risk
The Major General's a hard nut to crack
Oh yes, he designs a cruise missile, tactically sound, operationally OK
While the starving crawl onto the deathpile
They can't avoid their fate another day
Attack on the mind, but he calls it defence
But I ask you again who's it for?
Do the starving millions who don't stand a chance
Hope to benefit by his stupid war?
Babies crippled with hunger before they could walk
Mothers with dry breasts cry dry tears
And meanwhile Major General Despair gives a talk
On increasing the war budget over the years
How can they do it, these men of steel
How can they plot destruction, pain?
Is it the only way they can feel
By killing again and again?
Is it some part of themselves that has died
That permits them to plan as they do?
Or is it us that is dead, do we simply hide
From the responsibility to stop what they do?
There's so many of us, yet we let them have their way
As this moment they're plotting and planning
We've got to rise up to take their power away
To save the world that they're ruining
They're destroying the world with their maggot-filled heads
Death, pain and mutilation