The Gift of Song-The Human Stain

The Gift of Song series continues with another divinely inspired song by composers Irma and Marie Carew.

The Human Stain
©2017 Irma and Marie Carew

I have long thought it wrong that the reason man was born is to kill
For death takes care of death, it doesn’t need the orchestration of human will

Stop and look around you, death will not bring peace to the land
The misery we make flows on rivers of blood left by our hands
And we have stained the world, yes we have stained God’s holy land
And all of heaven knows, the curse of all creation is man

All our pollution, all our war machines,
All our cruel industries and our cruel technologies,
All of our hunting, all of our greed,
All the Earth’s destruction is our hellish legacy-

It’s all we breed, it’s all we leave, we destroy all we see

I have long thought it wrong 
that pain would be the gift man leaves behind
But pain is what we leave
for greed and hate are always on our minds

Stop and look around you, death will not bring peace to the land
The misery we make flows on rivers of blood left by our hands
And we have stained the world, yes we have stained God’s holy land
And all of heaven knows, the curse of all creation is man

All our pollution, all our war machines,
All our cruel industries and our cruel technologies,
All of our hunting, all of our greed,
All the Earth’s destruction is our hellish legacy-

It’s all we breed, it’s all we leave, we destroy all we see

I have long, long ago taught the world that the answer was love
For love is the light and the light is the love of God above
But men killed the light when they killed the son of love
Yes, men killed the light when they killed the son of love

All our pollution, all our war machines,
All our cruel industries and our cruel technologies,
All of our hunting, all of our greed,
All the Earth’s destruction is our hellish legacy-

It’s all we breed, it’s all we leave, we destroy all we see

Stop and look around you, death will not bring peace to the land
The misery we make flows on rivers of blood left by our hands
And we have stained the world, yes we have stained God’s holy land
And all of heaven knows, the curse of all creation is man

We are the curse of all the land.