Wall of Wailing, Cog:4:0 - Enlightening the World Away from the river Away from the smoke of the burning Fearful survivors Subject of government directives One sad guitar note Echoes off the wall of the jungle Seen from the air theyre just targets with nowhere to run to Children of rape Raised on malnutrition Men in camouflage Filled with a sense of mission Light through the wire mesh Plays on the presidents pistol Like the gleam of a bead of sweat in the flow of a candle Hear the cry in the tropic night Should be the cry of love but its a cry of fright Some people never see the light Till it shines through bullet holes The tropic moon Bathing a beach fringed with palms Glitters on shells And beach tar and coke cans And on the night-coloured boat And on the barrels of guns In the rage in the hearts of these men is the seed of a wind they call Kingdom Come youtu.be/LSrv_2mkT_4
Posted on: Fri, 19 Dec 2014 17:07:44 +0000
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