David Rovics
Song for Basra
If I could sing a song for every bomb that fliesI'd sing each and all the daysIf there were to be a verse for every dying child's criesFor every helpless father's gazeIf I could write a love letter to each corpse as it is carriedI'd never still my penIf I had to stop a moment for each one that's been buriedI'd never move againAnd the stocks are going up in somewhere in AmericaI'll sing a song for BasraIf I could shed a tear for every home that bombs destroyI'd never stop cryingIf each broken brick were a heart of a little girl or boyAll the world's children would be sighingIf I could hold each shattered body, each baby stilled at birthI'd have no time for lonelinessI'd spend all my days embracing the people of this savaged earthFeeling the poisoned wind's caressAnd the billionaires are laughing somewhere in AmericaI'll sing a song for BasraIf each barren pharmacy were a woman's shining eyesI'd fall in love foreverIf every bombed-out kindergarten were a factory in disguiseWouldn't that be cleverLetras de cancionesBut bricks are only bricks, and dust is only dustAnd death is all aroundEach day another missile falls and sometimes the only thing to trustIs the shaking of the groundAnd they're loading up the warplanes somewhere in AmericaI'll sing a song for Basra
From Letras Mania