It's Sand, Man! - Buddy Tate

Take a look in the mirror

Look at yourself

But don’t you look too close

'Cause you just might see the person

That you hate the most

Lord, what’s happening to this human race

I can’t even see one friendly face

Brothers fight brothers and sisters wink their eyes

While silver tongues bear fruits of poison lies

Take a look at your children born innocent

Every boy and every girl

Denying themselves a real chance

To build a better world, oh!

Dear Lord what’s happening to your precious dream

I think it’s washing away on a bloody, bloody stream

Yes, take a look at your children before it’s too late

And tell them nobody, nobody wins when the prize is hate

Oh, no, no, no, it’s not too late

We gotta tell all of our children

That love, love, love is the way