You say we fight for freedom
even though you know its a lie
our duffel bags are packed
and we’re heading to Iraq
and theres a good chance
that we’re going to die.
We took off from Atlanta
touched down in Germany
after three days in Kuwait
we finally landed in country.
Its addicting when you’re playing God
and you decide who lives or dies
we’re trained not to see them as human
and we shoot when a mother cries.
Planting bombs along the roadside
after flowers on a grave
sad songs she sings
with broken wings
for three souls she could not save.
She was born under the Ba’athists
and died by the side of the road
she lost a husband and son
then she came undone
when her daughter didn’t make it home.
An empire took her country
a nineteen year old took her life
she had dreams to be a doctor
but war changed the course of her life.
Her husband died at the market
as he was buying a loaf of bread
a suicide bomber came running in
news report said 87 dead.
Her son was on his bicycle
a soldier thought that he had a bomb
all he had was a bag of vegetables
and some flowers for his mom.
Her daughter was run over
she got too close to the truck
our squad leader didn’t report it
all he said was, ‘who goves a fuck’?
The moral of the story
is you and I would have done the same
we’d grab bullets and guns
enlist our daughters and sons,
send the invaders back
to where they came from.
We opened up pandora’s box
things are far worse than they were
but we keep pouring gas on the fire
acting shocked when the worst occurs.
Sure, some of these people are crazy
but most have just been traumatized
they’re far from barbaric savages
I’ve seen humanity in their eyes.
In the cradle of civilization
the west has been uncivilized
seeking fortunes untold
we sold our souls
the heart of Babylon was the prize.
We cut it out
we sliced it up
and it turned two rivers red
we sweetened it with milk and honey
now the hungry lion is fed.
Some lambs have toughened up now
and they’ve begun to eat their own
burning books of Arabic poetry
while adding diamonds to their throne.
A kingdom fueled with blood and oil
and the tears that mothers cry
new voice to sing
mend broken wings
Inshallah, one day they’ll fly.
Like in years of old
countless stories told
about gardens of plenty
I can see it now
all the fields they’ll plow
as I stare a thousand miles out to sea.
Stop feeding the lion
let the good lambs overcome the bad
give them medicine instead of bombs
and lets drop doctors on Baghdad.
Our tax dollars pay for war
they can certainly pay for peace
you’ve seen what cops do in America
should we really be the world’s police?
The world can’t breathe
and billions grieve
as the sun begins to set
take back your money
take back your fear
my soul you’ll never get.
I took it back
I got off track
I was 18 and naïve
now I work to atone my sins
my heart out on my sleeve.
The world’s unfair
and too few care
still sowing seeds of hate
but its not strange
thinking they can change
the hour’s not too late.
I work here in this garden
sowing seeds of love
the crows fly around
scaring off the hawks
protecting these precious doves.