The Failing Freedom of Placated Breath

 

 

They say, they are defending freedom

 

But really they are bombing children

Tiny babies, mothers and husbands

 

They say, they are invading cities

And everything is pin point accurate, missile launches

 

But we don’t hear the screams

Or see the blood and wounds

 

Really, they are bombing children

Tiny babies, mothers and husbands

 

They say, they are going to stop terrorism

And terrorists, terrorists, terrorists, terrorists, terrorists,

 

They say, they have the best intentions

For finding invisible weapons of mass destruction

 

But really, they are blowing up children

And the shrapnel targets of tiny babies

 

They say, we are doing this just to defend them

Not mentioning their secret agenda of approbation

With all the sanctions of economic double dealings

And mysterious meetings behind the closed doors of their global conspiracy

 

But really, they are bombing children

Shooting them with rapid fire misdirection

Burning tiny babies in their cots

Daughters and sons left mother and father less

 

They say, we will keep casualties to a minimum

That kind of makes it more acceptable

 

Still, we don’t hear them screaming in terror

Or count up the cost of their body parts

Or make our own excuses for the tiny graves

And permanently damaged lives

 

They say, our soldiers are heroes

From behind all the metal, technology of weaponry

 

And this, this is the enemy

Behind their wooden shacks and mud bricks

 

But really, they are murdering children

Blowing their small fragile little bodies to pieces

 

The lives of tiny innocent babies

Don’t mean a thing to us, do they

 

They tell us, they are defending our freedom

 

And so we acquiesce to yet another apocalypse

 

And through the eyes of a child

Who’s world is burned in the fire

Deliver them all into a living hell

 

Ah, but they say, its not their fault

But, terrorists, terrorists, terrorists, terrorists, terrorists,             

Who did this

Not us

 

And how many breaths of freedom have you gained

Do you sleep a little easier at night

 

Tell me what has truly changed

Except the amount of fear you can count

Except the weight of your conscience and your doubt

 

Terrorists, terrorists, terrorists, terrorists, terrorists, terrorists, terrorists, terrorists,   

They say

But really, they are shooting children

Tiny babies still warm from their mothers milk

Lay splattered with blood in their cots

Children left motherless, fatherless and homeless

Limbless and forever damaged

                          

And it all happens so far away

In some other country

And where is that place

We see the armies roll, we see the missile launched

And all of it so neatly packaged

A million miles away

On a TV screen

 

But not one of us

Not one

Can hear

The children scream