-<p class="cke-footer">And did those feet in ancient times
-Walk bare upon these lonely streets like mine?
-Does God watch us from that penthouse high above
-His children down below who live on air and love?
+<p class="cke-footer">The body bags and little rags of children torn in two,
+And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you
+As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song
+To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun.