Who told me it would be like this
Rockets launched against the kids
Shoot to kill if something moves
Leaders' families stay under roofs
While others have to go
Papers say it's for our freedom
Cameras watching us, do we need them
Reporters smile at images of bleeding
They're all our people, the tears and screaming
Can we feel the pain
Piles of rubble where homes belong
Nice words don't fit into this song
All our fears, denial of violence
People falling down is non-sense
Buried in a pile
We see it happen every day
While politicians get their pay
Hundreds of thousands lose everything
And no one's on the street singing
Give peace a chance
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