Are you proud of all the kids you sent away,
Knowing well no matter how much they'll pray,
No one cares about the things they have to say.
Their only easy day was yesterday.
Back home it's business as usual -
Their blood is cheap as they're put through the crucible.
The day they're born, they're rendered expendable.
When money talks, nothing's impossible.
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Scared boy - you put the gun in his hands.
Why is he here? Do you really think he understands?
Can't believe all the shit that goes around:
Each day a hundred names in the ground.
Where's home when you don't want them back?
They're only purpose was to push the attack.
Raised them right, told them to be brave;
It's time to send them straight to the grave!
You ignore their grieving mothers' desperate cries.
Will they ever see an end to all your lies?
What do you see when you look down from the skies?
Does a dying generation please your eyes?
Gave up all hope for their safe return.
Their forgiveness we will never earn.
Gotta stop condemning kids to burn.
Lessons that the world has yet to learn...
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