Crying child, confused and hurt
Cos his homies been buried by rubble and dirt
Wanders around to find his Dad
Who's been blown to bits by an air strike, it's mad
These people he thought were here to save
And divert the terror so far away
Have destroyed his home, his dreams and family
In a war against terror, smell the irony?
The same excuses everyday
Where we try to justify why we are there today
Patrolling, abusing, attacking and killing
Even more civilians suffering
What is wrong with our population
Blinded by the lies of terrorism
Turn off your TV and use your head
Your not the one who's getting shot dead
Can you smell the irony?
How many attacks have they made?
And how many people have we saved?
It's propaganda can't you see?
We're not the victims anymore
Military reports of a wanted man
Located maybe somewhere in Afghanistan
Forget the research, "call the carpet bomb"
Another thousand casualties and no result
What makes these innocent families
Any less valuable than your own?
Can't you see what we've become?
Ignorant, malicious, terrorist scum