Only cowards left alive, Brother!
The war was lost on a notion,
The leaflets left us broken,

"Peace in the east!"
Yet they keep on bombing,
Our cities, our homes,
our hospitals, our schools,

We've lost on a notion,
A poisonous mantra,
Circling in high volume,

Peace!

What peace?!
What peace?!
You short-memory-blue-eyed-green-hat wearing-colonial-fuck!

What peace?!
What peace?!

Pick up your arms, men!
And fight the invaders, invisible or true,

Fight till you hear your ancestors "that's enough! We've had our fill"

Fight till you loathe yourself and what you've done,

Fight till you know you'll be in hell.

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