Empty Minds Filled With Pride

M Mark Heathcote Mark Heathcote
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Brainwashed boasting of a nation's crime. Each is as naked as the other. Bereft wearing an army tin helmet and a standard-issue watch. Counting their last few seconds on Earth before they all coil off. Lying on their crotch Empty minds filled with pride Naked-to-a-suit, Blown up without good cause. See their body's falling In a blood-scared land of fear See their body's falling Hear them call. Hear them calling... 'Who's the master' of my fate? ' And why do I wait? And why do I want And why do I wait? And why do I want to die? Oh, and bring me a white flag To wash the blood from my face And bring me a virgin of saving grace And let love be the price. I said, Let love be the price. Oh, let love be the price for peace. But their bodies keep on keep-on-falling Like seeds to the ground But those seeds will never sow. Those seeds will never grow. Life is what you make of it. So don't go breaking... Your dreams of love Your dreams of love.

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