Verse 1:  If the future had to speak its history  Would it be only bleak?  Wars, guns, genocide  Can’t I rhyme this line with a smile?  Politicians lying, a child is crying  All he sees is guns and corpses  God, give him a home, he’s all alone  His mama’s gone, his papa’s gone  To greed and hate and power chasing  He don’t even have a say  Help me sing    Chorus:  Sihelele, langua bato  We don’t want no war, no war no more  Sihelele langua bato  Tell the politician, no war no more    Verse 2:  Here’s a story about a boy like yours born in a town like yours  He wakes up one day to bombshells and death knells  His family’s gone, his world is lost  In oil chasing, war making  He don’t even have a say  Help me sing    Chorus    He don’t even have a say  Let’s be his voice  Ali gets his arms, But he don’t have no one to run to  Ali gets his arms, He don’t have no mama to hug  Said he don’t have no family, no no no no no  How many people must die before we call it World War Three, World War Three, Stop the war, stop the war, no no no,  Tell the politician, no war no more.    these lyrics are submitted by Justin Barthson