The Dot-I Declare War

The Dot - I Declare War We are alone on this stage in a vast cosmic arena Think of all the rivers of blood Spilled by the generals and emperors So that in glory and triumph They could become momentary masters of a dot Think of the endless men fighting And dying for a God they're not sure exists War and famine at what price? We tell ourselves what we're doing is right But we're so f**king wrong How frequent our misunderstandings How eager we are to kill Look back at the pale blue dot And try to convince yourself God created the universe For a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam