Don’t step
out of house,
Don’t go to
the shop,
Stay away
from the crowd,
Stay afraid
round the clock,
No place is
safe,
No heart
feels free,
They have
bombs in the bin,
Bombs tied
to the tree,
One in the
shop below,
One in the
cycle stand,
One where
you’re not,
And one
where you stand,
Where will
you hide?
Where will
you sleep?
You’re
destined to die,
You’re
destined to weep.
What the
government wants,
We should
die in calm,
They dole
out the cheques,
Adding salt
in the balm,
They don’t
care we live,
They don’t
care we die,
They’ll do
nothing,
They have
their Z and Y,
And we
common men,
Want to beg
them please,
Don’t play
politics,
On the dead
and bereaved,
Please don’t
go soft,
For the sake
of your votes,
Make us feel
secure,
We don’t
need your notes.
But wait for
your death,
Cause deaf
rule the land,
Heads buried
in sand,
So wait for
your death,
Like caged
in a zoo,
They don’t
care for me and you.
Nice.
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