M-16s vomit sprays of bullets
Innocent birds started to screech
This is not the sound of a morning song
Only the sound of a broken dreams
This is a land of our mothers
These barricades of sacred trees
Keep our lungs off your concessions
Leave our shelter from your greed
Chorus
(don't ask me!)
Why the poor tribes led away in cuffs
(don't ask me!)
Go to hell with your green tears they say
(don't ask me!)
Power and more money make them rough
(don't ask me!)
Law just stand and laughing at our fears
Laughing at our fears
Cut them down
Blow them up
Waste away
Nobody cares!
giler muka muda hehe
hitachisss 2 months ago