Why do I get to sit by my fire
While the people in the Middle East tire
Of being ignored by the Western world
And I’m just a girl 
What difference can I make 
I am not one to shake 
Out the tree 
Of indignity 
And revolutionise 
The way the hope dies
And the children, the children, the children bleed
And I know that all they need
Is some warm food in their bellies
No waiting til after dinner to give them jellies
And there’s a protest dying 
Somewhere a mother is crying 
Over her son 
And I wish I could be the one 
To soothe the pain 
But the rain 
Doesn’t fall when you need it to 
We are told there’s nothing we can do 
As the educated eejits make bombs of war
I don’t know what it’s for 
If not to destroy 
How can you teach a boy
That he shouldn’t push that button red
But the temptation overcomes instead
Because to expand your land 
Is the fuel to the demand 
Of a heart never satisfied 
I don’t know but I think that the truth died

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