The Slaughter of Children Drones On & On & On & On…

When the drones are killing children in your name
do you bother to get concerned even when on your knees on Sunday?
do you blindly support the troops and just not think about whose to blame
if you care i have list of names and ages i could give you from the depths of jingo game

Do your wonder if your exported violence is really doing some good
Or do you get the feeling that something is wrong and your getting fooled
How can you support exported terrorism when your sworn to defend against it
How can you donate freedom and democracy when its getting stolen from under you

Every bullet bought is a loaf of bread stolen from the belly of the hungry
And your charity checkbook doesn’t seem to dent the starvation
if you spent 2.2 million everyday since Jesus was born
you would have spent what you nation spent on the military in just one year

Do you wonder why your schools don’t have books and pencils
why your bridges are crumbling down and the roads potholed like Swiss cheese
when the politicians live in mansions with 5-star chefs lapping at life-long luxury
And again today they announced another cut to the homeless and disabled

How could anyone bow before a flag
when underneath it murder goes on to make one gag
when odious crimes are committed in the name of the nation
we’ve forgotten what we stand for by what deeds we tag

Just south of key west at Guantanamo every law, principle and value you hold dear is smashed
across the pond the most nefarious crimes are done in your name with your support
and yet at home you bury your head from the massive contradiction
your heart bleeds for Newton yet when your troops do it you raise a flag and a stiff arm

For what profits an empire when they can envelop the world and dominate it
yet in the process they loose their values, principles and in so doing their very soul
yet atonement must be rectified somewhere at some time
and this is the dream that i dream someday will be

For all the innocent children who’ve been the victim to the american military machine
i would gladly see each and everyone of them walk by in front of every war supporter and soldier
to deeply gaze into the eyes and say with conviction, question and horror;
Why did you murder me?

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