Like blazing comets in the sky that shake the stars of light which drop like fruit unto the earth through the fierce burning night
a virtual traveller 10 000 feet above spies a land he will never reach or understand
removed from his dreadful deeds he operates thousands of miles away and does not fell the burning fires
Predators and Reapers in the night sky vultures, infra-red targets with hellfire beneath the wings the God of war is drunk with blood
lock on radar and communications joint direct attack munitions screaming missiles raining down remote automated slaughter
like blazing comets scattering death aerial assassinations and murder earth smokes with blood groans, and shakes and drinks its childrens’ gore
What have the heads of State to answer for?
Beneath the machines they die like sheep groaning upon high mountains desert plains
but for the killers there are no sounds of battle as bloodied children die among the ruins they have lain
What have the heads of State to answer for? Removed, within their homes of comfort when a thousand deaths for vengeance, cry
like blazing comets in the sky that shake the stars of light which drop like fruit to the earth through the fierce burning lightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
