There’s a limit to every posture There’s a moment when action ends doubt Like when thousands of children have nothing to eat And there’s lorries with food being kept out
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There’s a limit to every posture
There’s a moment when action ends doubt
Like when thousands of children have nothing to eat And there’s lorries with food being kept out
And all they can taste is the sulphur
They’re cut off from relief or supply
They’re ordered to wait till its over
Self-defence has become genocide
Now you don’t win a war showing pity
But there’s some things that shouldn’t be planned
Like choosing to engineer famine
Or the bombing of refugee camps
And you can’t fight the tears of the orphaned
Or the footage that hollows our eyes
When every week brings excuses
Yeah it’s children just burning alive
...
And your ministers talk about ‘cleansing’
As the water pumps dry in the sand
When everything sacred you’ve broken
Will you tell us that wasn’t the plan?
Will you tell us that wasn’t the plan??
Will you tell us that wasn’t the plan??

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