“Come you masters of war. You that build all the guns.
You that build the death planes.
You that build all the big bombs.
You that hide behind walls.
You that hide behind desks.
I just want you to know I can see through your
masks.
Let me ask you one question, Is your money
that good?
Will it buy you forgiveness, do you think that it
could?,
I think you will find, when your death takes its
toll, all the money you made, will never buy
back your soul”
Bob Dylan