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[title] => March to Oblivion
[time] => 2003-10-08 20:19:55
[hometext] => I had to write a
[bodytext] => As I watch the sun’s last flickering light I know that somewhere there’s a child crying in the night Because his parents are dead and he’s got nowhere to turn Because nobody cares so he’ll just have to learn To fend for himself so he can survive To beg for food just to stay alive And somewhere there’s a wife whose husband has beat her Whose praying to God for that man to just leave her And she thinks its her fault because her husband told her That it’s for her own good, that he’s just trying to hold her Back from hurting herself and she’s so desperate to rationalize That she actually believes that twisted man’s lies And even if somebody ended her strife It’s too late, she’s already been scarred for life And somewhere some kids are beating up a boy-cause his skin’s a different color And as he falls down in pain and screams for his mother They just shout slurs and jeer-and they say what they say Because their parents taught them to be that way And hate runs in their blood-it transcends generations With each son and daughter there’s a new incarnation And those kids won’t stop doin’ what they do Until someone treats them the same way too And somewhere there’s a gang war over nothin’ at all Spillin’ blood on the ground and spraypaint on the walls And some people hate em’ and some people pity em’ But inside they’re just broken like the city they’re livin’ in Hiding themselves under a gangster façade Blackmailing, killing, and just playing God Life’s simple to them, pick up a gun and point it As in each other’s blood they are constantly anointed And who knows, maybe one day they’ll see the light But until then they’re just gonna keep up the fight And somewhere there’s a girl selling herself away Cause’ she’s got two kids, no job, and a stack of bills to pay And her mother used to do drugs-because she was so depressed About the things her daughter did and the way that she dressed Until one day she turned the photo album’s page And realized she was the same when she was her daughter’s age And she thinks that maybe its because of all the drugs that she shot up That her daughter was so young when she got herself knocked up But she can’t change the past-now it’s a moot point So she turns on the radio and lights herself a joint And somewhere a million people are killed in a way And they’ll never know what it was being fought for Some small piece of land-about which nobody cares But two different nations insist that it’s theirs So they bomb and they gas and they burn and they shoot And they level town after town and then rape and loot And we just stand idly and watch-we do nothing But this world’s gonna blow, someone’s got to do something Some people say that we should just pray to God, and that he’ll answer our call For help-but God gets billions of prayers and he can’t answer them all People used to have honor-people used to have pride But somewhere down the line these values died People abusing the gifts that God gave them Fighting to end lives instead of trying to save them Like sands through the hourglass-so are our lives And with each new dawn the vicious cycle revives And as I stand in horror at what this world’s become I hope that sometime soon we realize what we’ve done Because our march to oblivion has already begun. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 222 [topic] => 34 [informant] => scott [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SongLyrics )
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