A ganância dos homens,                                                                      tripudia.Dentro do peito                                                                        cria agonia.                                                                                                                                                                                               -A ganância dos homens,                                                                          transformam,                                                                                           nossas raras alegrias.                                                                               Em tristes tardes vazias.                                                                            -A guerra já se faz presente,                                                                      maltratando e matando                                                                              inocentes.                                                                                               Ou o homem controla e                                                                   acaba com esta guerra.                                                                             -Ou a guerra se                                                                                      descontrola e acaba                                                                             com a gente!