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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 1st, 2006
Words & Music by Geoff Dominy
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