when three quarters of the world is so helplessly poor. major general despair sits at his desk
planning a new mode of attack
he's quite unconcerned about chance or risk
the major general's a hard nut to crack. oh yes
he designs a cruise missile
tactically sound
operationally o.k. while the starving crawl onto the deathpile
they can't avoid their fate another day. attack on the mind
but he calls it defense
but i ask you again who's it for?
do the starving millions who don't stand a chance
hope to benefit by his stupid war?
babies crippled with hunger before they could walk
mothers with dry breasts cry dry tears
and meanwhile major general despair gives a talk
on increasing the war budget over the years. how can they do it
these men of steel
how can they plot destruction
pain?
is it the only way that they can feel
by killing again and again?
is it some part of themselves that has died
that permits them to plan as they do?
or is it us that is dead
do we simply hide
from the responsibility to stop what they do?
there's so many of us
yet we let them have their way
at this moment they're plotting and planning. we've got to rise up to take their power away
to save the world that they're ruining. they're destroying the world with their maggot-filled heads
death
pain and mutilation
they've got the responsibility of millions of dead. yet they're still bent on destruction. the generals and politicians who advocate war should be made to wade in the truth of it
they should spend sleepless nights shivering with fear and by day time should crawl in the deathpit. they'll find the truth of what they've done there
festering corpses they and their kind made
eyeless skulls that endlessly stare
having seen the truth of military trade. the earth was our home
the wind and the air
the blue sky
the grass and the trees
but these masters of war
what do they care?
only sentiments
these. it's our world but through violence they took it away
took dignity
happiness
pride. they took all the colours and changed them to grey
with the bodies of millions that died. they destroy real meaning through their stupid games
make life a trial of fear. they destroy what values we have with their aims
make us feel it's wrong if we care. well
we do care
it's our home
they've been at it too long
if it's a fight they want
it's beginning. throughout history
we've been expected to sing their tired song
but now it's our turn to lead the singing. fight war