He wields it like a broadsword, and with a pompous pride
assumes he has a moral right to have it by his side
He worships all it stands for, a simple devotee
and if it hurts and causes pain - it's not his fault you see.

It never ever alters, in battle it won't yield
when using it in his defence it makes an awesome shield
He even stabs his friends with it, which causes them to flee
but when it wounds and hurts them - it's not his fault you see

At times it hurts each one of us, but always it is right
it cannot weep for casualties, it's righteous in its fight
He trusts that it will never lie, there's nothing with more dignity
but when it causes suffering - it's not his fault you see

He's not afraid to face it, though it cuts him like the rest
throughout his life he's trusted it, but still he hasn't guessed
That just because it's right and true it does not guarantee
that when it hurts and causes pain - it's not his fault you see