Fallujah

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Oh where has my boy gone?

The woman she cried

As the troops were arriving

They pushed her inside

And asked her in English

“Who are you fighting for?”

And forced her and her mother

To lie on the floor

They went through her cupboards

And took all the knives

And took all the photos

Of the men who survived

They asked her hard questions

She just couldn’t say

They told her “we’re taking

Your boy right away”

The doctor was told

That his staff they must leave

But all of the patients

Grabbed hold of his sleeve

And as a good Muslim

He knew he must stay

And care for the wounded

Who came every day

The nurses had bandaids

And nothing much more

A decade of sanctions

Made everyone poor

They talked to the fearful

And promised them peace

And looked out the window

At tanks in the streets

And the soldiers they came and they fired on the crowd

And the children they screamed as the bullets rained down

And the bodies lay broken and still on the ground

As the world turned its back as the sky tumbled down

On Fallujah

The old man remembered

When oil was found

And since then he’s seen

Too much blood on the ground

And here was his favourite

His old loyal friend

But bullets have habits

Of bringing the end

And the streets of Fallujah

Were empty and gone

Steets of dead buildings

Just waiting for bombs

And where was the music

That used to be played?

The songs of a city

That died on this day

He’s always wanted

to be a marine

Like his father and brother

uniform crisp and clean

He thinks back to the horror

that he has seen

And now his demons

invade all his dreams

He thinks of his victims

and how they had died

And to the ocean of tears

that he has cried

Now he keeps his emotions

way down deep inside

And he can’t understand

why his president had lied

And the sound of the black hawks invaded the air

And the sounds of the jackboots that ran up the stairs

And the old women sat paralysed in their chairs

And the mowed them all down like they just didn’t care

In Fallujah

And somewhere in Kansas

In a big four wheel drive

An American family

Is trying to survive

Coz terror is everywhere

Gas prices rise

And no-one is saved

From American lies

The parents are panicked

The children are scared

But not about bombing

That’s way over there

They’re worried for money

Insurance to pay

And terrorists taking

Their mortgage away

And the soldiers they came and they fired on the crowd

And the children they screamed as the bullets rained down

And the bodies lay broken and still on the ground

As the world turned its back as the sky tumbled down

On Fallujah

And the UN just wavered, and sat on its hands

Just like in Rwanda, Could not take a stand

‘Cause American money, And American plans

For the oil that is there, in that far distant land

words and music – scotty Lewington

words – simon price

music – sean nihill

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