Ira (Wrath)

Dirt encrusted body like a stone amongst the sand
Arms like broken matchsticks legs too weak to stand
Wars amongst our nations bring our children to their knees
Can't they see the horror, death and terrible disease?

At least she's gone now soul at peace no more pain to stand
Pain in her heart as her babies die
Pain in her gut as the soldiers lie
With her legs torn apart as they take their pleasure
All dignity gone far too great to measure

Dirt encrusted body like a stone amongst the sand
Crumbs of bread held tightly in his tiny little hand
Sounds of gentle sobbing from his drying filthy lips
Too weak to cry too scared to move he feels the angel's kiss

Greed amongst the warlords won't it ever end?
Surrender to the battle it'll never make amends
Power hungry madmen with evil twisted minds
Do they really care about the children left behind?

Dirt encrusted bodies like stones amongst the sand



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Writer(s): Season3
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