Little child wipe those tears away and never blink,
Watch the Chinese and Russians arming your father,
Woman of the sun wake up , dress up and don’t wink,
See the Americans arming your uncles and a brother,
Civil war is coming to town,the death of your lovely sister,
Pandemonium of guns , canons and blood we shall drink.
Christmas songs are fading into the mist of a certain fear,
Blood tainted avenues of tears because of bitter diplomatic ink,
Everybody will long for peace, cry for peace but nobody will hear.