Just a little more care
Just a little care, a little more care
They do not like any more beguiling snare.
They remember how eight hundred years back
Two children crusades were taken aback
And floundered and sundered
In the Mediterranean
The French children were offered
A free transport from Marseilles to Jerusalem,
The Holy Land
But in the end they were sold away
In the slave markets in the North African bay..
The German children were also assured and allured
By a pious promise of a safe journey to Jerusalem,
The Holy Land.
But they could only travel up to Italy
Just to die there out of starvation and disease.
In their dismal lives of miseries of abuse and misuse
The children are scared of the man.
They are scared of the cruelest of the animals.
They toil for him as errand boys and cheap labours,
And as his mercenaries to act as innocent carriers
Of mines and mortars, rifles and rockets
The arms heavier than their body weight,
And as sex workers for the lust, fun and fancy
Of the old pedophiliac scoundrels.
And as camel jockeys
For amusing the sportive sheikhs
In their frolicsome fancy.
Luckily for them they have on their side the same man,
The kindest of the animals
Who will take care, a little more care for them.
This time there will be no children's crusade.
No raising of the fathers' brigade,
But the fathers will take more care of them
There will be no raising of the mothers' brigade
But the mothers will take more care of them
There will be no raising of the citizens' brigade
But the citizens will take more care of them.
A little more care
For all the children of the world,
Our future, the citizens of the world.
They do not like any more beguiling snare.
They remember how eight hundred years back
Two children crusades were taken aback
And floundered and sundered
In the Mediterranean
The French children were offered
A free transport from Marseilles to Jerusalem,
The Holy Land
But in the end they were sold away
In the slave markets in the North African bay..
The German children were also assured and allured
By a pious promise of a safe journey to Jerusalem,
The Holy Land.
But they could only travel up to Italy
Just to die there out of starvation and disease.
In their dismal lives of miseries of abuse and misuse
The children are scared of the man.
They are scared of the cruelest of the animals.
They toil for him as errand boys and cheap labours,
And as his mercenaries to act as innocent carriers
Of mines and mortars, rifles and rockets
The arms heavier than their body weight,
And as sex workers for the lust, fun and fancy
Of the old pedophiliac scoundrels.
And as camel jockeys
For amusing the sportive sheikhs
In their frolicsome fancy.
Luckily for them they have on their side the same man,
The kindest of the animals
Who will take care, a little more care for them.
This time there will be no children's crusade.
No raising of the fathers' brigade,
But the fathers will take more care of them
There will be no raising of the mothers' brigade
But the mothers will take more care of them
There will be no raising of the citizens' brigade
But the citizens will take more care of them.
A little more care
For all the children of the world,
Our future, the citizens of the world.
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