The stench of blood fills the air,
A broken child hugging her teddy bear,
Dirt and blood all over her body and hair,
How on earth is that possibly fair?!
You murder innocents with a finger snap,
Bombs fall upon them like a thunder clap
Death takes a child away from a peaceful nap,
It's like you're trying to blow a country off the map,
Can you hear that child's cry,
His parents were gone in the blink of an eye,
How is it fair for a child to witness his mum die?
While you sit on your desk and act like a wise guy,
An entire nation has suffered and bled,
Hundreds of streets covered in red,
So many tears have been shed,
So many words left unsaid,
Have you heard about a place called Syria?
People there get killed like they've got Diphtheria,
But the media infects your mind like bacteria,
Cause spreading negative images is their main criteria,
You treat innocent people with severe animosity,
And you kill and torture with cruel atrocity,
Yet you expect them to thank you for your generosity,
But one day you'll be punished for your monstrosity,
One day you'll witness God's Wrath,
And you'll be punished and cut like lath,
And God will finally end this cruel bloodbath,
You started it, but you won't live to see the aftermath.
Amy x
