Bombing
Bombing
They’re bombing
My mother again

Bombing
Bombing
They’re bombing
The babies again.

My daughter’s dead
The pigs are still alive
And my daughter is dead.
She was just a little school girl.

Bombing
Bombing
They’re napalming
The babies
Again.

Tell them,
We will keep fighting.
As long as there is rice, we
Will fight.
And when the rice runs out,
We will plow the fields
And grow some more.

Bombing
Bombing
Say they’re disarming
My oppressor today.

We are a very rich country,
But the sanctions make us weak.
They have been
bombing us every week
for the last twelve years.
But we refuse to live under the boot
Of imperialism,

Bombing
Bombing
They are bombing
My homeland today.

We would rather die fighting
Than live under the boot
of the United
States.
And if Che died fighting,
and you know
Che’s name,
then Che is still alive!

Bombing
Bombing
They’re bombing
My city today.

Do you imagine
You are fighting for your life
Do you imagine
You are fighting for your life?

Bombing
Bombing

The trail of tears
a monsoon
Now
Wrapped like constriction
Around the world
The millions buried below our feet
Waiting on some unfinished business
If the graves were full of war criminals
The ground wouldn’t be so hollow
only the weeds would grow

And the Tigris has a history
Bleeds like The Euphrates
This is my language
This is my language
Upon the earth
history being blown to bits
As we speak
No time for questions now
These are the hours
Of instinct

Bombing
Bombing
They’re bombing
My homeland today

How do you resist 3500 attacks
by plane
In 48 hours?

Do you hold a sign
Do you march down the streets
Do you hide in between walls and doorways
Waiting to run?

I grab my lover’s hand
Put it to my chest
Put it to my skin
Say
Ooh no, baby please don’t go

Bombing
Bombing

Would you wail
Could you scream
Or just cry hands held over mouth
Eyes shocked open
Would sound be discernable
sound
Uttered forth
A gasp
A whimper
As the world comes undone
Shaken by reverberations
Barraged by the likes of apache
And blackhawk
Reincarnated Hollywood movie
Football team
Weapon of mass destruction
Native tribe

My daughter is dead
The pigs are still alive

Bombing
Bombing

As long as the rice grows we shall fight

Bombing

Can we keep marching
Can we keep marching
A little longer
Can we keep marching
Can we save someone’s life?

Bombing
Bombing

Will it just be silent?
Will we become taken over by silence?
And the music
Of our beings die down in the
Sh sh sh

Bombing
Bombing

Massacres in camouflage
Friendly fire patriotism
Is war terrorism
Is war terrorism
Are the people terrified?

We just want to live
We just want to live
To live is a just want

Where are the words?
Where are the words?

Bombing
Bombing
Bombing

Tracey Luszcz
Copyright 2003