The line is drawn, the die is cast
This isn’t the first war, but it may be the last
Shouldn’t it take a vote to decide
To kill us all for power and pride.
The president drew a line in the sand
The drones crossed the sky and scorched the land
Their children cried in spite of the plan
They are just like us – now we must stand
A glowing white light could shoot across our sky
All we love could die
The torture and prison that are all denied
By madmen for power and pride
They say it’s for me, but I said “No!”
Boots on the ground and more and more drones
Blood and sand and broken bones
Broken hearts – sad lost souls.
A glowing white light from across the sky
To humble a leader sick with pride
Who seeks to concur when we want peace
We shout and march, demand it all cease
All we hold dear and all we call home
May be blown to hell by a single drone
That is not Ours but made by us
I kneel and pray and swear and cuss
This must stop today while it still can
Save us all from this insane plan,
The winds of peace can blow the sand
And erase the president’s line
Before the drones light up my sky
If we do survive…
Do you want to survive?
Do you want to survive with so little else alive?