So wrapped up in this petty game..
No matter where you go it’s all the same..
More money, more problems..
Rich or poor, sadness or in health
Times of thick, or times of no wealth
Drunken madness in the midnight hour
where the drinks are sweet and the whisky's sour..
The likes of you are not welcome in these parts
since the evil of men dwells in their hearts..
Psycho killers on the prowl for some kind of justice..
but the point they somehow seem to miss..
Justice is not the lost or the attained cost..
or who to the side you have tossed..
It’s about reconciliation for the pain.
To somehow forget the loss and find the hidden gain..

Once we knew, then we forgot
so you forged some evil plot..
Suicide bombers with holy souls aboard
and expecting some next life reward…
While a nation deals with shock and regret
you can surely bet, we will never forget..
Not now, Not ever.. Not until the final day is here
when you see the wrongful actions and have to hear..
All the people screaming blood in your ears..
as you are forced to confront all of your worst fears..

09/12/2003

Author's Note: I think the title says it all...

Posted on 09/12/2003
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