And the child cried The rains came–with thunder from the sky—it was just a storm–not bombs–that was relief for a time. Then the child cried. Why are we here? Why do we hide? Why do they hate us? Why this dreadful war? Then the child cried. Why do they kill us? Dear one, it is for our oil, they say it belongs to them–I feel it is for our land—but I really don't know–some people want it all, they believe it belongs to them. What shall we do? Then the child cried. The rich man claims we are ignorant and very slow, he says we are evil and really must go–Go where?--Go Why?--They don’t care,, just go and die–Then the child cried–People don’t do that–they do not kill for oil, it must be for our land. Most people are good, how can they kill? Good people love–they do not kill–Dear one, many are good, yet many are bad–it makes me so very sad–Then the child cried. Give up the rich man said–give up or you will soon be dead–why would he say that I wonder why–Give up now, or I will make you fry.. Then the child cried The rains came–with thunder from the sky—it was just a storm–not more bombs– relief for a time. Then the child cried. Why are we here? Why do we hide? Why do they hate us? Why this dreadful war? Then the child cried.