“The body bags and little rags
Of children torn in two.
And the jellied brains of those who remained
To put the finger right on you.
As the mad men play on words
And make us all dance to their song.
To the tune of starving millions
To make a better kind of gun.”
“The body bags and little rags Of children torn in two. And the jellied brains of those who remained To put the finger right on you. As the mad men play on words And make us all dance to their song. To the tune of starving millions To make a better kind of gun.”
Relevant…