Wrath

You're dodging bullets fired at you.
Dragging a bloody corpse they shackled to you.
Slowing you down, stumbling through the field.
Still you're running, after your skin has peeled.

Famine, war and pestilence have stricken you.
Death creeping behind, as you try to flee.
Corporate victims, the people of this desert land. 
Each gunned down, balot in their hand.

They can bury bodies, They can bury truth.
They can run from responsibility.
They can lie to their loved ones.
But they can't escape your wrath.

As their days are drawing to a close.
They know you'll be the one to depose.
Them from their throne of broken bones.
Cracked skulls, blood, s**t and stones.

They can bury bodies, They can bury truth.
They can run from responsibility.
They can lie to their loved ones.
But they can't escape your wrath. 

Vengeance rushing towards them.
A freight train with broken brakes.
Hurtling to them like hundred tonne bullets.
Ripping through their flesh and bone.
Steel stained with evil blood.
Guts strewn across the dusty plains.
Blood seeping into the dirt.
To become the blood of new life.

Corporations fund their loose leashed dictators.
Running countries through fear, spies and traitors.
No-one is safe from the brutality.
Money ends up overriding morality.

They can bury bodies, They can bury truth.
They can run from responsibility.
They can lie to their loved ones.
But they can't escape your wrath. 
They can burn crops, They can take children.
They can run from the police.
They can lie to the governments.
But they can't escape your wrath.  
Your wrath.
Your wrath.
They can't escape our wrath.