I wish they did not know the sadness they create
The blood streaming from the lifeless bodies
I wish they did not know the powers of their machines
However, they know; to them it is about the profit
The drops of tears, flowing nonstop
I wish it did not stain their wears
The loneliness and grief for those they love
I wish their hearts, are not covered in a hatred cloak
But it does and they mourn, craving for justice
Therefore, I ask the makers of mass destructions
Of what purpose are your constructions?
For profit seems to be the foremost obsession
The struggle for power your end possession
Love and humanity then, is just a game of profit
And war, the market of profit of loss
for the New Zealand Victims–with love
