Under One Roof in a Thousand Years

Under one roof in a thousand years A girl will draw what she sees What was once green was now the opposite of plenty The nations had squabbled from the East to the West Each wanting more for the people they blessed The soldiers and civilians cried over the travesties of war Country against country, ever mother, daughter and sister, losing a brother once more History... History... You repeat Did the deaths of millions not teach? Did the bomb that dropped not hurt? Did the mothers not cry and the husbands die? This is what I see, division and divide, a separation marred by war The roof has been made and the house has not been built Can decisions already made be changed?