These are the lyrics to a song I’ve just written.  Not sure whether it’s a protest song. Listening back to it now, it is definitely U2 inspired.  It’s inspired by thoughts, especially at Christmas, of all the innocent victims of war. I understand some of the reasons for bombing in Syria because of ISIS, but I am always moved by stories of schools and hospitals, children and doctors, caught in the firing line. I am constantly struck by the lottery of life, by the fact that two people born at the same time in two different countries, can have a totally different existence. I think about the way a life is so often determined by the leader of the country. For all the backlash against Maggie or the guy who did a pig, give me them over Pol Pot, Saddam or Idi Amin any day.

 

Barren land, dusty landscape,

Blood-stained earth, broken world,

Home is where the heart was,

For a boy and girl.

 

Debris, rubble, concrete, trouble,

Plumes of smoke, mangled couple,

Open eyes, staring, flies,

Miss the target, hit the child.

 

CHORUS

Children playing in the war zone,

Let’s drop another bomb

Doctor, doctor, amputating,

So drop another bomb.

 

Teachers teaching, lovers loving,

Raining bombs, death is coming.

 

Dead, dead, dead forever,

You chose to be born and live in a war zone

Dead, dead, dead forever,

You chose to be born and die in a war zone.

 

 

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