#refugees What would you do if it were you? If you’re playing metal gear solid in your own town?
Wolves kill dogs, must man kill man?
Doh Tita would tell of the glassy looks of the stiff
We saw the mother and daughter walk casually past our houses,
Veiled, usual, so we thought nothing of them.
Let’s find a bush wherefrom we’ll buzz then stings
And create routes through nobody could think
And in stealthy style steal their everything
Then plant scare as blood and powder stink.
I wave my blistered hand before my bleeding face, Waving gunpowder smoke and blood fumes in the mist To see the survivors, to see hope.
They said they loved me. Then, the metal beasts came, soaring over me Heaping dust and blood on our city streets, As their lethal load