There Will Be No Morning Copy Songtext

Clann Záº

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There Will Be No Morning Copy Songtext
[Your borders are bloody mirages
That expand and contract at the will of the blade
Drawn across the back of a people in shadows.
We are on the ropes.
Tasting the blood in our mouths
Mixing with what little hope we have left
As it slides down our throats
Constricted by hands of avarice
Soft media
Oxymorons
And military might.]

How long
Must we live in the shadow of your wall
That divides all of our lives, our loves, our hopes?
How long
Must we live in the daily fear of
Returning home to find it gone?
We are refugees in our own land,
waiting in hope
For the day
When we can
Walk our own streets.

Just because you have the biggest gun
Doesn't mean that your war is won.
Just because you take our homes
Doesn't mean that our hope is gone.
Just because you claim your cause as just
Doesn't mean that you're still not wrong.
Just because you build a wall
Doesn't mean it will last that long.

A bullet flies
Through the head of another ten-year-old boy
Who held a rock
In his hand
Against a thirty-ton tank in his people's land.
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