Gday...

That is one of the most powerful songs by a man who was taken from us so prematurely. 

An interesting presentation of the song ... however, far too idealistic - I am sorry I can only consider it as fantasy.

I offer the following which is more representative of our world ... and unfortunately, we continue to allow it be the way it is.

Ooh, you're slick, you investors in hate
You Saddams and you Bushes, you Bin Ladens and snakes
You billionaire bullies, you're a globalized curse
You put war on the masses while you clean out the purse 

And that's how it's done, war after war
You old feudal parasites, ya just sacrifice the poor
You've got the cutting edge weapons, but your scam's still the same
As it's been since the Romans, it's the patriot game

That's the war racket 

You twisters of language, you creeps of disguise
Your disinformation's like worms in your eyes
You privileged bankers, you gambler thieves
You profit on war, you think there's just less money in peace

So that's how it's done, time after time
Country after country, crime after crime
You pretend it's religion like there's no one to blame
For the dead and impoverished in your little patriot game

Honey, that's the war racket

You've got the world's greatest power and you team up with thugs
Make a fortune on weapons, destruction and drugs
But your flags and boots and uniforms start to all smell the same
When all sides are killing in the patriot game

And that's how it's done, and you've got our sons
In the crosshairs of horror at the end of your guns
And your national anthems all start to smell like shame
When all sides are dying in the patriot game

It's just the war racket

And war is never, ever holy
That's just a greedy man's dream
And you two-faced crusaders, both sides are obscene
War's not made by God, war's just made by men
Who misdirect our attention while you thieves do your thing

And that's how it's done, about every 30 years
The rich fill their coffers, the poor fill with tears
The young fill the coffins, the old hang a wreath
The politicians get photographed with their names underneath

It's the war racket

Buffy Sainte-Marie

Cheers - John