Shotgun wedding



I see soldiers

patrolling in front of the palace

wearing heavy boots

to tread down buds of freedom.

I see your children

starving in dirty streets

and men slaughtering them.

They’re paid by the government.



This is a shotgun wedding,

come on join it.



I see politicians

gathering around a table.

They’re discussing

the split of your land.

I see them drinking red wine

and preaching hypocritical honey.

I know they don’t care about you:

they care about your money.



This is a shotgun wedding,

come on join it.



I see a revolution

sweeping over your land

and you’re kicking

against their vile faces.

I see you losing the fight:

thousands are dead or wounded.

Once you declared your war

but now they sow the horror.



This is a shotgun wedding,

come on join it.