Unmusicianing

Soldiers beat upon their drums
As they march off to war
Then shoot to stop their brethren's hearts
From beating any more.

March a chant, then halt the dance
Of children in the streets
Killing lullaby singers
In the name of peace.

But will sweet music come to them
While they drift off to sleep?
Or defenders of murderers
How long will their hearts beat?

The True God says that he will break
All instruments of war
Which merely clash, but have no love
They'll sound their harm no more.