when they pulled in the center of town with eager eyes the children gathered and bowed when the truck stopped from it s clumsy crawl out stepped a man with boxes under his arms he yelled out friends here inside of my hand is the solution to life s bitter end how does it work someone yelled from the back well my child i m so glad that you asked you give one of these to your folks as they sleep and when the morning comes then the job has been done and you can face the brand new day and call yourselves by different names you can write your history and fill the books with what you please there doesn t have to be a war there won t be any kids who starve no one will ever lay a hand on anyone who s half there size everyone will love their home no matter what street they live on you can work on what you want or dance until your legs go numb there s nothing to do if you don t want to for the first time in their short lives they were equal in their hearts and their minds but slowly yours needed to become mine and those who took more started creating sides and when they pulled in the center of town with shameful eyes the children scattered about he yelled out friends here inside of my hand is the solution to the mess that your in you take two of these before you go to sleep and when the morning comes your mistake will be done you re enacted yesterday and called yourself by family names you repeated history word for word from books on greed so now it s time to end this war before you kids completely starve take your hands off of the throats of everyone whose half your size all of you have burned your homes no matter what street you lived on you have worked on wickedness so now it s time to right this wrong there s nothing to do if you don t want to there s nothing