الصحراء حرة!

War.
What and when is it good for?
"Absolutely nothing" said
the occupying forces
while responding
to floral-cocktail bouquets with
censorship and making them live on their knees,
torturing them until they're too far gone.

Be it a "Greater" Morocco,
or a war-hungry Spain.

More
than "just a hundred years" lost,
no place else that they can call their own,
dependant on foreign territorial
lands.

A culture beyond boundaries,
a people without land,
three generations orphan
and no guns in their dead cold hands.

"Dictatorship finally dead?
Now is the time to invade."
How many more have to die?
Too many mothers have cried.

Street protests and then signing some forms
never challenge those that profit from on-going war.

A culture beyond boundaries,
a people with no land,
three generations orphan
and no guns in their dead cold hands.

The United Nations
think it's just a big heap of sand.
Colonial cowards!

There's an imperial need to collapse and turn into
ashes.



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Writer(s): Fast Food Society
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