Darfur

Three thousand miles from our sweet comfort
We die for natural resources
We die to flee from dryness
Darfur
A land under fire
Djandjaouids and government
Terrorize the population
Darfur west Sudan
Russia sells its weapons
China buys their oil
Their interests cost too many lives
Blitz, before Djandjaouids, to burn a village from which a few survivors are displaced in horrid camps
Mass murders and Rapes, with mental distress African tribes are the poor victims of This genocide
Make this cease
Will this be our new Rwanda (our own Rwanda)
Maybe a new Armenia (new Armenia)
Maybe our own Auschwitz


Child soldiers

Dream, another time and another place where they could live
Far away from battlefield they could find the peace
But war carries these young minds to commit what will haunt their whole life
Replacing their too short life in a long nightmare

Running away from the death of the ones that they once loved
They dash at enemy like some kill machines
But deep into their heart a seed of liberty is growing
But none of it will ever see the sun

CHILD SOLDIERS
They aspire JUST TO BE SOME…
CHILD SOLDIERS
They aspire JUST TO BE SOME… CHILD
JUST TO BE SOME CHILD


Nobody see

Whatever they endure
Nobody will see how they’ve to be strong
They don’t have name anymore
Only a labour to execute alone

Nobody see the alarm call
Their pain must cease right now

But I can read in their tears
Strong enough to work, not to revolt
They breathe for an other life
We can help them to draw their fate

Nobody see the alarm call
Their pain must cease right now

They don’t have name anymore
Only a labour to execute alone
They breathe for an other life
We can help them to draw their fate

Nobody see how they live
Nobody see…


A better world for our children

Our world’s built on political profit
The environment is always far behind
A synthetic life in a synthetic world
That’s what we’ll get if we twiddle our thumbs

Whatever you think I still believe that
One fine day we’ll stop this slaughter
If we’re still fighting we’ll surely create
A better world for our children

When people have another goal in their life
Than the improvement of their hedonistic world
They’ll maybe wake up and then look around them
To hold out their hand to those who need help

Whatever you think I still believe that
One fine day we’ll stop this slaughter
If we’re still fighting we’ll surely create
A better world for our children


Save your country

You’ll be the one who will die the face on the ground
A bullet in your heart will mean the end of your life
Hundreads of corpses around you victims of this war
So save the country that sent you meet your maker

Enrolled at the end of the school or out to a show
They promess you the glory of warriors revered by peoples
You’ll got nothing more for your pain than war funerails
Sad end for a child of the world promised to death

You have the choice
Don’t beleive their lies ‘cause you have
The choice to live
You don’t have to prove anything to anyone
Hoo please don’t die
Your family and your closed do really need you


Cannon fodder

I can feel their pain
Overwhelming my veins
Seizing my mind
Influencing my acts

In the darkness of war where the dead reign
The innocents are losing their life
“Useless death”
Injustice is striking their hearts
The whole human being’s being reduced
To cannon fodder…

I refuse to fight
To serve like a pawn
Not controlling my life
Killing my brothers

In the darkness of war where the dead reign
The innocents are losing their life
“Useless death”
Injustice is striking their heart
The whole human being’s being reduced
To cannon fodder…

I asked myself
Is there an exit?
I looked for alternatives
Found more than expected


Freedom for Mumia

Rotting in jail
Waiting for death
Accused of murder
Voice of voiceless
Just against unjustice

Freedom for Mumia


No god, no master

The reality you trusted no longer means anything
You’re on your knees crying for your god
I truly hope you’ll find the peace of mind that you search
But the answer isn’t in your prayer

Victim of your god how can you ever believe
That redemption is in suicide
This life is yours don’t let some old scriptures
Dictate your acts and steal your feelings

No god, no master
Be free to think with your own mind
No god, no master
Instead of being the state’s slave
No god, no master
Anarchism a philosophy of solidarity

“Be free”
“Your own mind”
“Solidarity”
“Hand in hand”
“Anarchism”
“Instead of being a slave”


Coocked justice

Black, innocent but black
Replacing a white in a jail full of blacks
Crooked cops, arresting three youths
To simplify a complicated investigation
Normal they were three hard rockers

We have right to elect a man
Stealing his voters while they can’t pay their rent
Believe you’ll never find problems
As long as you agree seeing the rich still all free
When their fortune’s used to corrupt