Quello che segue è il testo della canzone Brothers in arms, scritta dai Dire Straits nel 1985. L’argomento è fin troppo evidente. Così come, la constatazione che, da allora, poco è cambiato.

 These mist covered mountains
 are a home now for me
 but my home is the lowlands
 and always will be
 some day you´ll return to
 your valleys and your farms
 and you´ll no longer burn to be brothers in arms

 Through these fields of destruction
 baptismus of fire
 I´ve watched all your suffering
 as the battles raged higher
 and though they did hurt me so bad
 in the fear and alarm
 you did not desert me my brothers in arms

 There´s so many different worlds
 so many different suns
 and we have just one world
 but we live in different ones

 Now the sun´s gone to hell
 and the moon´s rising high
 let me bid you fare well
 every man has to die
 but it´s written in the starlight
 and every line on your palm
 we are fools to make war
 on our brothers in arms