"Cold Compassion"

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Terrorists.

Do we really know what terror is?

Bombs falling on your house,

Food taken from your mouth.

Foreign troops raping your mother,

Killing you and all of your brothers.

Planes flown into buildings,

A shame all we know is killing.

Fullfilling ourselves,

Without hope for help.

War is the norm,

Mankind's worst form.

Our brothers are torn,

Lost and forlorn.

How can we fight it,

When all we do is ignite it?

How can we fight,

A war on terror?

It's out of sight,

But we must beware.

Terrorizing with war,

Our greed wants more.

Behind a burning door,

Hatred's in our core.

We hate for skin,

Murder our kin,

Again and again,

We know where we've been,

Still we turn to our sin.

Killing is bad,

We tell ourselves.

It's so very sad,

When nobody will help.

We're paying for crimes,

Against mankind.

A sign of the times,

Our hearts covered with grime.

We cannot hope to shine,

If we stand by and watch.

Our people are dying,

Our compassion's been locked,

Away...

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