When the sounds from the play ground fade             When the last baby of the earth stops crying
     All the men will yearn for that eluding one
     Years after years they pray for that knocking one
     And just as the years pass by with no apparent knocking up
     We have found a solution to the problems of any religion
      No more birth and cursed with years of infertility
      We will have our long awaited solution on terrorism
      Amidst the raging fires and the fast paced missiles
      Amidst the burning tombs and the torched towers
      One mother with her one baby after years after years
      Be it a muslim, be it a christian, be it a hindu, if he is human
      Will bow and chant his prayer and touch the son
      Be the son a muslim. be it a christian, be it a hindu, if the child is human
      As the woman walks with her baby over the million corpses
      The remaining human will crowd her to safety
       Be the mother a muslim or a christina or a hindu