They have the heaven in them

They have the heaven in them

They have the heaven in them,

For years of blessed seed and sperm,

Grown and sown to breed and feed millions

Of countless saints and villains;

All born of mothers,

Fed by farmers,

They have the heaven in them.

The nurtured children,

Create horrors everywhere,

For ages kill with skill,

Shoot and poison;

Borders burn with deadly scare,

Mothers and farmers decide

To break the delinquent pride!

The blue seas and oceans surrounding the world

Have turned red with wombs that once held

The germs now there are no mothers no tremors;

The waters are salty red with anger

Have devoured all the ploughs with a hissing livid sound;

Now no lands will produce food

For there are no farmers!

Children are hungry starving have nothing to claim

They have the heaven in them,

Feed them weapons of terrors and shame

They have the heaven in them.