One Hundred Years

They took the sword of Christ to the Ottomans,
Weren't you once free my Balkan League?
And like a millions Armenians, corrected by
the sword of Islam had me weeping by the firepit.

How dare you take my name in vain Hapsbourgs,
Sixteen million men died for your dynasty.
Holy Roman Emperor once removed
the Talmud, reflected in the scope of a sniper’s lense.

Great Britain saying march stay supreme,
I’m not playing witness saying god save your queen.
Don't you, exculpate yourself Douglas Haig,
a half million good men found a shallow grave

For your greatness, I prayed that you learned your lesson,
But my children waywards, they sustained aggression.
They weren’t ready for peace, tore up the treaty
and back on the march to war, back on the Blitzkreig.

A child weeps in a shelled street, a soldier bleeds,
He cries why lord have you forsaken me?
I cry out, he can’t here me,
Acid rains sincerely lifts dead man’s theories.

In the streets of Dresden,
The fire-bombs drop like comets, that rain from the heavans.
How were these creatures crafted in my image?
Made from my hands bred death from my lineage.


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They took a knife to Jerusalem,
Weren't you once free my Palestine?
A line in the sand and the river ran blood red,
Sons of Jordan, sons of Canaan.

A conflict as ancient as my pen dips,
Is transmitted through the papers to your trigger fingers.
As Kalashnekov’s crackle, in the pale moonlight,
visions of a christians scenes of starry nights

Bled into daylight, in the jungles,
Where the sons of Ho Chi Minh fought the occupation struggle.
Freedom of thought, now imperial muzzles hot,
m16s lick shots as devils walk

Through the fields of the sugar cane,
In name of the United States, and planes that drop liquid flames
The peace sign of Nixon, oh the humanity,
Up against the cage of manifest destiny.

It makes me sick to my solar stomach,
If these are my children then I hope they plummet.
I disown’em, a pox upon’em, when i busted should’ve
worn a condom, they carry the infection of the father.

Soviet gunships over Afghanistan,
The silence of a prayer and the sound of the ambulance.
I make no promises, I am the father,
Why does the faith slide off them like oil off water?


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(We’re taking sides like tribes. We’re taking lives like genocides) x2

We’re taking sides like tribes. We’re taking lives like genocides.
Time has come, '91 Desert Storm breaks,
Apache helicopters in the skies.

Visions of Sarajevo burned flood my vision,
Eternal conflict of jew, muslim, christian.
Hindu, sikh, catholic, and atheist too,
Where hate is concerned there’s no colour that’s immune.

What happened to the teachings of Martin Luther?
Now theyd, probably shoot you or catch a beat down
it’s ironic in fact, in a place where they mine blood
diamonds off the sweat on your back they call it Freetown.

I watched Hutus butcher their fellow brothers,
As the first world was quick put on its shutters.
You were supposed to lift, the frail from the gutter
man I put you on this sacred earth to love one another.

I gave you paradise but you preferred plotting carnage,
the sickness of the mind is proof of the martyrs;
We value death above life, and thats a fact,
And you could put all that blame on my shoulders.

I was supposed to guide you, you were the chosen ones,
And not child soldiers walking with loaded guns,
And to the innocents killed I will tell you this,
I will embrace you in my kingdom when your soul exits.