The death machines roll like thunder,
Over the broken land.
Doesn't it make you wonder,
Who will take a stand?
The wail of the warbird mocks the screams of babies slain,
One man gives the word and the bombs fall like rain.
And in the aftermath pretentious presidents are always there,
Stomping on the flowers growing from the bodies buried everywhere.
The teddybears bleed here like the child soldier who fights with a stone,
His mother and sisters killed by the grinning hero who "couldn't have known".
Now painted as an enemy of freedom and hated - the child is hunted in the battlefield he calls home.
As much as I am against the current war, I know that soldiers are not enlisting so they can kill civilians - and they certainly are not going there to die protecting oil reserves.
I wrote this for them.
Fallen Soldiers
Stood for the American Dream
Fell for the American Scheme
Yesterday another brave one in his prime,
Left to defend freedom and the American Dream.
From the poor side of the tracks,
He'll be put in the frontline,
And he won't be back.
Today another mother fell to her knees on the kitchen floor,
Opening a letter stating she lost her son but we're winning the war.
From the poor side of the tracks,
She'll be put in the back of the welfare line,
So she can remove her boy's funeral bill from the stack.
