Oh my god
We’ve landed right smack
in the middle of a war
Born into it, blood and body intact
Our souls sold to its tragedy
Heavens above
Our nations have traded into this
Into this massacre of sorts
My Gracious Lord
What did we do
To be born in soil
Soiled from the blood of those coming
And those who left
Oh my God
Look what we’ve done
Chosen our paths
Picked up our weapons
There’s no running
Because
Oh my God
We’ve landed right smack
In the middle of this war
My lord
We cannot build our homes
Not without these charred bones
The trees will not grow
In dead tainted sands
Strewn right and left
With the Bodies of the unknown
My God
When we pray
Our tears will run red
And our hands will shake
Because our salvation is dead itself
Our hearts betrayed.
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