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Behind the lies, the propaganda

Behind the missiles raining down,

Behind and beneath the buildings

That are now just piles of rubble,

Real people who are trying to live real lives

Cry, suffer and die there,

And you wonder how much

The brutal military men and politicians

Actually really and absolutely care,

I think they don’t, I think they think

We are all just collateral damage,

In their games of human destruction

And yet amid the bombed out construction,

The tears stain every inch of what is left.