A song inspired by the war in Iraq a little.
punk political social roc
Lyrics
The vociferous roar of the plane in the dark night sky
Beckons those below that their hour of death is nigh,
The horrifying whistle of a payload’s free fall
A terrifying prelude to the forthcoming squall,
Mother and daughter clutch each other tight,
Each one knows that they won’t survive the night,
Sons and husbands gone, proliferating the cause,
No one left to protect the innocent from war’s cruel jaws.
Sunlight peaks from the dusk of the early morning sky,
Shows the consequences of “smart bombs” gone awry,
Relatives dig through the rubble looking for remains,
Others vow to avenge the deaths of those that here were slain,
The crowd provoked, a mob scene it becomes,
No more room for flowers, go and grab a gun.
Depression gone, replaced by hate’s manifestation,
Why do heads of state wage war on each other’s nations?
The sun no longer rises, blackened is the sky,
Our final war was waged but the price was far too high,
Much too late were the consequences realized,
If only peace had earlier been exercised,
Differences they come between, there ain’t no common thread,
But it’s hard to find diversity among the fallen dead,
Yes, brothers and sisters, this is where the war path wends,
Man-made Armageddon waits at the other end.