Innocent children crying, soldiers dying on foreign grounds
Terrifying sounds like a boxing match with infinite rounds
Bombs continue to consume as the announcers of doom
Leading souls to their tomb, covering cities in grim gloom
When war has begun: daughters and sons carrying guns
No matter who won...mothers will grieve more than once
Streets filled with blood tracks to express the hard facts
Of many ruthless attacks where there's no time to relax
Bodies stacked in piles with overlooking hostile smiles
Death sentences without trials stuffed in nameless files
Not your country or wife but you are fighting for your life
With a mere rusty knife, you try to end this brutal strife
Mr. Bush, I've come to ask you about this devil's pact
Is your conscience still intact or do you put up an act?
How do you sleep at night with this sight on your mind?
How can you stay blind for the rights of our mankind?
Doesn't all the oil and blood get sticky on your hands?
When your commands continue to destroy other lands
You're the core of this war but simply choose to ignore
The fallen corps so next time: do your own dirty chore!