Black Gold

VERSE ONE: 

She watched as he walked out the door,   
A far off land, a senseless war,   
A grieving wife, a broken heart,   
A family that’s been torn apart.   
Are we fighting for democracy ?   
Our the spoils of some economy ?   
Whose treasure lies beneath the sands,   
On foreign soils, on desert lands. 

CHORUS: 

Can’t you see..
What this war is doing to me ?
Can’t you see.. 
The fruits of inhumanity.

 VERSE TWO: 

We send our children off to war,   
Is the “Black Gold” still worth fighting for ?   
A grieving wife, a broken heart,   
A child whose worlds been torn apart,
They fly them home in body bags,
To honour guards and lowered flags,
A country where hypocrisy, 
Becomes our foreign policy. 

VERSE THREE: 

Can you tell me what we’re fighting for ?
When lives account for little more,   
Than a name engraved upon a plaque,   
For those who won’t be coming back.   
Weren’t the lessons learnt on Flanders Fields,   
Where crosses stand and a nation heals,
For the lives we lost in the wars of old, 
Are now sacrificed for desert gold.

Is the pursuit of oil worth it ?
Is it worth fighting for ?
Is it worth dying for ?
   
Written: October 1^st, 2006
Words & Music by Geoff Dominy