Nabka Anniversary Blues
Walking shouting waving flags
Rising voices, confidence drags
Knowing outcome at the start
What’s the point, where’s my heart?
Resistance gassed, breathing stops
Comrades hurt, anything bought?
Clear blue skies begin to rain
White smoke arches
Fear and dread
Love runs dry, eyes bleed red
Comrades gone, no say, which way?
Fire, smoke, concrete, cars
Stones, kids, tires, scars
The fuck I’m doing?
We’re all on Mars!
Then I see you
And them and me.
Dragging hard another day
Oppressed and blue
Then I see you.
Then I see you.
