It tears at my heart not to speak out for your part
But your stance is insane
And the blood is profane
Amidst phosphorous rain
Your point gets undone
When it's made with the gun
And the young children run
Their pain blocks out the sun.
You cannot blockade
The truth that is made.
The world won't come to your aid;
You cannot persuade.;
You can't withhold water
You must do what you oughta
With the tanks on the border.
You can't withhold the drugs
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