Masters of War Como you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build the death planes You that build all the bombs You that build hide behind walls You that build hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks. You that never done nothing But build to destroy You play with my world Like it's your little toy You put a gun in my hand And you hide from my eyes And you turn and run farther When the fast bullets fly. Like Judas of old You lie and deceive A world war can be won You want me to believe But I see through your eyes And I see through your brain Like I see through the water That runs down my drain. BOB DYLAN. The Freewheelin'Bob Dylan. Nova York: Columbia Records, 1963 (fragmento). Na letra da canção Masters of War, há questionamentos e reflexões que aparecem na forma de protesto contra