There’s a limit to every posture
There’s a moment when action ends doubt
Like when thousands of children have nothing to eat
And there’s lorries with food being kept out
And all they can taste is the sulphur
They’re cut off from relief or supply
They’re ordered to wait till its over
Self-defence is become genocide
Now you don’t win a war showing pity
But there’s some things that shouldn’t be planned
Like choosing to engineer famine
Or the bombing of refugee camps
And you can’t fight the tears of the orphaned
Or the footage that hollows our eyes
When every week brings excuses
Yeah it’s children just burning alive
And it don’t mean we’re all for jihadis
Or want terrorists stalking the land
When every aid worker’s broken
You just prove you’re no better than them
And you don’t want the world to see you
‘Cause you know that they won’t understand
The sickening steps being taken
While the journalists die or are banned
And the innocent die with the guilty
Taken hostage for nothing they’d done
Now a doctor’s lost nine of her children
And you’ve crippled her husband and son
And your ministers talk about ‘cleansing’
As the water pumps dry in the sand
When everything sacred you’ve broken
Will you tell us that wasn’t the plan?
Will you tell us that wasn’t the plan?!
Will you tell us that wasn’t the plan?!
There’s a moment when action ends doubt
Like when thousands of children have nothing to eat
And there’s lorries with food being kept out
And all they can taste is the sulphur
They’re cut off from relief or supply
They’re ordered to wait till its over
Self-defence is become genocide
Now you don’t win a war showing pity
But there’s some things that shouldn’t be planned
Like choosing to engineer famine
Or the bombing of refugee camps
And you can’t fight the tears of the orphaned
Or the footage that hollows our eyes
When every week brings excuses
Yeah it’s children just burning alive
And it don’t mean we’re all for jihadis
Or want terrorists stalking the land
When every aid worker’s broken
You just prove you’re no better than them
And you don’t want the world to see you
‘Cause you know that they won’t understand
The sickening steps being taken
While the journalists die or are banned
And the innocent die with the guilty
Taken hostage for nothing they’d done
Now a doctor’s lost nine of her children
And you’ve crippled her husband and son
And your ministers talk about ‘cleansing’
As the water pumps dry in the sand
When everything sacred you’ve broken
Will you tell us that wasn’t the plan?
Will you tell us that wasn’t the plan?!
Will you tell us that wasn’t the plan?!
Contributed by Dq82 - 2025/10/6 - 10:48
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