Finished Sympathy

Sick to death of a means to an end

Who and why and what-age offers no mercy

Rushed away is the leveller of youth

Butchered is the innocence of truth

I felt it shaking my bones again

I saw them on the street today

It was something that someone said

I felt the crush of finished sympathy

No longer trembling daisies

Now mobile teenage killing machines

Lending each other to

Man-made atomic energies

All because we turned seventeen

Led to places by historical unequal of reasons

Shooting real guns in real places

'Til they're unheard of geographically

I felt it shaking my bones again

Was it 'cos you had lost some faith?

Did you see it on the street today?

Did you feel finished sympathy?

How illogical is a piece of faith anyway?

This as long as the child is inside me

Don't finish sympathy

Don't finish sympathy

I won't finish sympathy, not yet

Don't finish sympathy