Downfall of a Nation
Here we are on world one people
so we burn down the churches and knock down the steeples
we raise up the flag to unite just one kind
then block off the borders and lay down the mines
We put a flag on a gun and say its okay to shoot
while the party goers dance and pop bottle of brut
Where are the meek ones
they are praying inside
hoping it will end soon
but why do they hide
Someone say something and stand for what it means
the children are starving and we dont hear their screams
Lets pretend that we care cause that will suffice
obscenity thats clear and fire thats ice
hurt them and scorn them for doing whats right
the ones with the power are the ones that dont fight
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