I see soldiers
patrolling in front of the palace
wearing heavy boots
to tread down buds of freedom.
I see your children
starving in dirty streets
and men slaughtering them.
They’re paid by the government.
This is a shotgun wedding,
come on join it.
I see politicians
gathering around a table.
They’re discussing
the split of your land.
I see them drinking red wine
and preaching hypocritical honey.
I know they don’t care about you:
they care about your money.
This is a shotgun wedding,
come on join it.
I see a revolution
sweeping over your land
and you’re kicking
against their vile faces.
I see you losing the fight:
thousands are dead or wounded.
Once you declared your war
but now they sow the horror.
