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.
TheyÂre paid by the government.
This is a shotgun wedding,
come on join it.
I see politicians
gathering around a table.
TheyÂre discussing
the split of your land.
I see them drinking red wine
and preaching hypocritical honey.
I know they donÂt 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 youÂre 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.
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