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Bombs Over Baghdad, by John Trudell

John Trudell, activist, poet, wrote this song. It is on his CD AKA Grafitti Man, 1992
Bombs over Baghdad! Bombs over Baghdad!

Bombs over Baghdad, Dancers of Death
Murder in the air with the next breath
Macho Queens selling warmaker's toys
Raining destruction, good ole boys.

Death-bringer in Queen George's Eyes
Read his lips war-maker lies
Religious Reich's revenging sword
Thou shalt kill in the name of the Lord!

The sheep and the cattle can't keep from milling
Some are more than ready, some aren't willing
Volunteering in what they're not dying for
The young Republican Guard, crying for war!

Free speech, as free as it's thought
Controlled behavior reacts as it's taught
Fighting for peace can't comprehend
Hate out of love is violent pretend

Bombs over Baghdad! Bombs over Baghdad!
Bombs over Baghdad! Bombs over Baghdad!

Vampires drinking blood and oil cocktails
Their violence works, it hardly ever fails
When blind man can't see he believes blind
Blind obedience is the child of mindless mind

New World Order is an old world lie
Fighting for peace see how they die
Dragging in god, as they turn violent
God says nothing, She just remains silent

Stop madmen from running loose
Mother Earth Woman can't take the abuse
Living right now is living for tomorrow
Time is saying there's no more time to borrow

Vampires drinking blood and oil cocktails
Their violence works, it hardly ever fails

Bombs over Baghdad, Dancers of death
Murder in the air with the next breath
Macho Queens selling war-maker's toys
Raining destruction Good Ole Boys

New World Order is an Old World Lie
Fighting for Peace, watch them all die
Dragging in god as they turn violent
God says nothing, She just remains silent

Bombs over Baghdad, dancers of death
Bombs over Baghdad, dancers of death
Bombs over Baghdad, dancers of death
Bombs over Baghdad, dancers of death
Bombs over Germany 18.Mar.2003 19:27

Bob cheroitaliana@hotmail.com

That is a cute poem. I wonder of the French were singing that tune before Nazi Germany invaded? I wonder if there were "peace" activists in France at the time who did not want to stop Germany when they had the chance?