When You Woke This Morning You Looked So Rocky-eyed,

Blue And White Normally, But Strange Ringed Like That In Black.

It Doesn't Get Much Better, Your Voice Can Get Just Ripped Up Shooting In Vain,

Maybe Someone Hears What You Say, But You're Still On Your Own At Night.

You've Got To Make Such A Noise To Understand The Silence.

Screaming Like A Jackass, Ringing Ears So You Can't Hear The Silence

Even When It's There - Like The Wind Seen From The Window,

Seeing It, But Not Being Touched By It.



(We Never Asked For War, Nor In The Innocence Of Our Birth Were We Aware Of It.

We Never Asked For War, Nor In The Struggle To Realisation Did We Feel There Was A Need For It.

We Never Asked For War, Nor In The Joyful Colours Of Our Childhood Were We Conscious Of Its Darkness.)



HOW DOES IT FEEL?

How Does It Feel To Be The Mother Of A Thousand Death?

Young Boys Rest Now, Cold Graves In Cold Earth.

How Does It Feel To Be The Mother Of A Thousand Death?

Sunken Eyes, Lost Now; Empty Sockets In Futile Death.



Your Arrogance Has Gutted These Bodies Of Life,

Your Deceit Fooled Them That It Was Worth The Sacrifice.

Your Lies Persuaded People To Accept The Wasted Blood,

Your Filthy Pride Cleansed You Of The Doubt You Should Have Had.

You Smile In The Face Of The Death Cause You Are So Proud And Vain,

Your Inhumanity Stops You From Realising The Pain

That You Inflicted, You Determines, You Created, You Ordered -

It Was Your Decision To Have Those Young Boys Slaughtered.



You Never Wanted Peace Or Solution,

From The Start You Lusted After War And Destruction.

Your Blood-soaked Reason Ruled Out Other Choices,

Your Mockery Gagged More Moderate Voices.

So Keen To Play Your Bloody Part, So Impatient That Your War Be Fought.

Iron Lady With Your Stone Heart So Eager That The Lesson Be Taught

That You Inflicted, You Determines, You Created, You Ordered -

It Was Your Decision To Have Those Young Boys Slaughtered.



How Does It Feel To Be The Mother Of A Thousand Death?

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