C’mon, let’s drop some more bombs! It’s alright, they are the ones who are wrong. They run, they scream, they hide— It’s alright, people always die There’s no need to know why Just go focus on getting by.
But I’m tired of all the lies I can’t see— I’ve lost sight of the blue skies The fire and smoke burns my eyes It’s alright, everyone dies!
But why would I live Where there’s no sunrise? Blacked out by greed in disguise I think I can hear their cries! It’s alright, everyone dies!
Oh, but I know why! It’s now so clear to me Oh, yes, I can see When You compare us to them It looks like we are free But this is not who we ought to be We have to break from this false reverie!
You can’t erase what You’ve done, Our memories, or the fallen ones. None of this is my idea of fun So I won’t turn, I won’t run, Not until we see the day When peace has won.
A poem for the American military industrial complex