He wields his flute with an expert hand
The dancing stops and the children stand
And then, all too soon
The piper calls the tune.
An old and powerful man A cruel, hypnotic sound
He holds their future in his palm
With missiles poised and bombs at hand They wait for his command.
With songs of fear and bigotry
He plays his last tune greedily
And strikes the children down.
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