So, remember how like every time you launched a military campaign

You would give it a cute poetic name?

Like Summer Rain

And Autumn Clouds

And Cast Lead

Do you remember?

A question though

All the children that were born in each one of these routine genocidal activities of yours

What happens to them when they grow up?

Do you know?

Do you know?

Do you know?

Do you know?

They were born in the shadows of the summer rains

Raised on the echoes of the prison chains

Christened by the roars of the autumn clouds

Lost in hot winters and were never found

You're blinded staring at the sun

While they're staring down the barrel of a gun

Staring down the barrel of a gun

Staring down the barrel of a loaded gun

Red triangle pointed down

Red triangle pointed down

Red triangle pointed down

Red triangle pointed down

All the sons and the daughters who were mothered by the wars

Mute the crash of the metal with the fury in their souls

Walking up and staring down the eye of the beast

From the belly of the earth, their justice unleashed

You're blinded staring at the sun

While they're staring down the barrel of a gun

Staring down the barrel of a gun

Staring down the barrel of your loaded gun

Red triangle pointed down

Red triangle pointed down

Red triangle pointed down

Red triangle pointed down

You sit there preaching with your cake and your silk

Drowning in your privilege as you shake and smell your drink

Like the cast lead in your brains never rust

Your reasons don't rhyme, and your justice isn't …

Just!

You're blinded staring at the sun

While they're staring down the barrel of a gun

Staring down the barrel of a gun

Staring down the barrel of a loaded gun

Red triangle pointed down

Red triangle pointed down

Red triangle pointed down

Red triangle pointed down

Red triangle pointed down

Red triangle pointed down

Red triangle pointed down

Red triangle pointed down