James Baker - Incredulous

They ask 'where is the love? '
But they still do drugs,
It doesn't make it right
Bombing for peace,
Is like eating for diet,
It doesn't stop the fight.
Steps on a land mine,
Like a nursery rhyme,
a thousand men start to fall.
A year in a hostile place,
The whole entire human race,
they hear their faces start to call.
Ring out from a bruised postcard
In the shooting yard,
Looking through the tears.
Out of a black slate time,
They move in line,
And once face their fears.
Sons and daughters,
Gather round,
Ashes to ashes, ground to ground.
Your fathers walking,
In a giant grave,
he's not making a sound.
And if you think
That the worlds been losing it's way
That's because it's slightly blinded
And if you think
That it doesn't make sense
That's because they're broken minded.

James Baker

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