They want your children
Sons and daughters
To keep them all in power
Another generation
Cannon fodder
In wars horror.
Arms dealers pee in glee
Bank accounts grow larger
Politicians talking tough
Where are their sons and daughters ?
From secret rooms of government
Bomb shelters nearby
A government thats give little
To a scapegoated youth
Who arent the fools theyre painted
They know the truth.
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Author:
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