Killer

I won’t follow anymore

My feet, my heart, my head are too sore

Wherever they are, there I will be looking

In the rain dark nights of war

Dots of silent guns, and what’s more

A virtual game of sorts, the killer of sons

The killer of girls, the killer of self

Turned the Garden of Eden into a fiery hell

Struck the rock too many times now no water comes out

They say the worst is over, the lowest reached

But its such a long road, Keep marching!

And if I say what I mean

Use words that are strong and stinging

Woman step down unless you’re singing a song to me

Well I’m here, I’m singing a song

Killer of souls, killer of rights, you are wrong

You made us strangers in our very own homes

Killer of land, killer you will fail

Rake the ground with the fork on your tail

You never saw it coming

No you never knew how

That the poorest and the overrun have overcome you now

They say the worst is over, the lowest reached

But its such a long road, Keep marching!