Where can we fly,
To whom do we cry,
When the bombs eye,
Sees its target,
Scorches towards it ,
Misses,
This smart bomb hits dora farms,
Mothers and kids asleep in their bed,
Tell me what chance did they have,
We call this success,
As justice misses us,
Our eyes are blurry,
Like scared mice we scurry,
From dictator bush and his neo cons,
Their wagin war everywhere under the sun,
Sept 11th 2001,
He says justifies his transgression and lies,
I say its bushes demise,
If the truth can overflow,
Populations can grow,
Avoiding their plans,
For the domination of man,
Our troops stuck in the sand,
Need to be freed from these foreign lands,
Raise your voice,
See they have left us no choice,
No matter the price to pay,
Remember, our kids inherit this world one day,
truthsquad
© 2008
