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::: EvilOlivE :::

Echoing through my dreams I hear the voices of the peaceful masses as the tanks shoot tear gasses and rubber bullets

And echoing through the television I hear the same old lies as our non-elected president stares coolly at the lens of the teleprompter

And the strings grew tighter between bush and Sharon yet bush only condoned the evils of that bastard while money, faster and faster and faster was shipped to the racist state as

hungry children right outside on our streets met their fate with no food
no health care
no money
ain’t that funny now

Echoing through my mouth I say the same old words and I wonder if they’re heard and I wonder, what’s that word?
It’s “repetition” “repetition” “repetition”

If I say it enough will I reach you?
If I say it enough will I teach you?
If I say it enough, if I preach to you, will u take what I say and repeat it?

This tactic seems to have worked for the Administration.
example:
Nine eleven. Nine eleven. Nine eleven.
11th September, 11th September. 11th September...
Remember...
Remember...
Remember...

Remember so I can justify my illegal wars.
Remember so I can pre-empt terror.
Remember so I can be emperor of this planet with
right hand up to God
and left hand up to empire
and fingers crossed on both.
I pledge allegiance to Umpire each and every nation on this planet
cause that’s how HE planned it....

All for one and one for all...
I for one cant stand it

Cause echoing though each and every cell in my body I feel the desperation caused by occupation

Tax dollars manifesting themselves into caterpillar bulldozers
D-9 model
specially designed in the United States to kill 23-year-old peace activists and to rip through Palestinian homes

While a mother groans a
brother phones to tell of his 10-year-old sister shot in the head by an Israeli soldier...

Tax dollars transcending themselves into Apache helicopters dropping tons of missiles onto the crowded streets of rafah.

”Collateral damage” they call it.
I call it a shame.
I call it punishable under international law and conventions of Geneva.

While a father grieves a
D-9 leaves a-nother field of olive trees uprooted.

But violence is rooted in these actions.
Cant have a fraction of one without the other
Cant reach an understanding when you’re standing on the landing zone of an F-16 bomber
branded with the words: Made in USA.

Ain’t no other way to end this vicious cycle
Ain’t another day except for the one in which we are right now
see, fighting ain’t our pride
but how cant we when our kids are dying?
How cant we when the sounds of all this crying seep into each coming morning?

How cant we when storming through the street of Nablus
Qalqilia
Jenin
Tulkarm
rafah
jayyous,

come tons of tanks and bloodshed?

Fighting ain’t our pride, but being on this ride, down the road to genocide just ain’t gonna cut.

Its not gonna cut it the way we’re gonna cut down these fences cause lets face it..

Echoing through the distance I hear from our persistence - I hear freedom I hear justice

Resistance can only bring about this.

And echoing form the audience I hear silent revolution.
But this silence is tragic.
Just think of the magic of noise pollution. Raise your voice and scream.

Cause echoing through the distance I hear from our persistence - freedom, justice
Repeat
freedom, justice
Repeat
freedom justice
Repeat

Written by: ~ Jonas Moffat