Blessed are the land-minesnstretched across the desert floornGod, bless the hands that formed themnfilled their shrapnel hearts with warnMay you bless the companiesnthe goose that laid the golden eggnmay they make a million morenblowing off a million legsnBlessed are the black-tongued ravensnsubstituting fear for reasonnTo hate war is to hate usnto love peace is to love treason.nBeat your plowshares into swordsnbeat your pulpits, turn your tablesnblessed are the hand-grenadesnbless the church who rattles sabersnnThis house, is burningnthis poison is wormingnThis temple, will cave innThere's nothing here worth savingnnNail the gold up to the altarnlike Ahab taunts his crew to warnblessed are the shareholdersnlack of faith is for the poornHold your wallets to the skyna temple built to soothe yourselfnBlessed is the church who triesnto help you build your blessed wealth