Our Fight
• Written by GregStone
Wake up in a third world country
War at my doors, feeling the sun flee
Sound of guns, forty seven ninety nine
Napalm, hear the screaming in my mind
Suffering that is ours to live
Suffering that is yours to give
Dropping bodies without recognition
Of the nightmares you instill, premonitions
Scared to death to step out of my hut
In fear that death might offer it's touch
What have we done, is it our possessions
That have subjected us to such regressions
War is yours to bring, but the pain is on us
And we don't want your fighting, let's be honest
Take your soldiers and armies, you'll be gone thus
Don't you even dare to come back and bomb us
While in the U S, kids are eating fast food
We don't have fucking fresh water, we are that screwed
We wish we could call a doctor, but we don't have a dollar
And my daughter is being taken, given an iron collar
It's time to stop with the infringement of our rights
If we are battling in our country, it's our fight
We might ignite the night, take it to a new height
Step back into our territory, you'll face the white light.
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GregStone
Member since June 24 2016