There once was a woman who lost three sons
Fighting the rich mans wars
Their young lives buried had barely begun
Marching on foreign shores
They joined up freely, she let them go
Even led them out the door
By love betrayed, she loved them so
They are lost forevermore
They mustered for “the good guys”
But there are no “good guys” anymore
The bankers and generals
Weapons makers and senators
Drink blood from the desert soil
While sheiks and terrorist mullahs
Get fat on Arab oil
And enslave the Arab poor
There once was a woman who lost three sons
Fighting the rich mans wars
She won’t give those snakes another one
She will yield her sons no more
“We will never forget” still rings in her ears
But her heart is a bleeding sore
For she gave her sons and still gives her tears
But no one remembers why anymore
Let’s bail out the bankers who robbed everyone
Let’s refill the corporate store
While our veterans get the “Sorry son”
And we rush them out the door
Yea, everyone from the president on down
Is concerned about tomorrow
This woman now knows the game is rigged
And she’s drowning in her sorrow
There is a weeping woman called Justice
She’s not blindfolded anymore
Her hands still hold the balance
She stands knocking at the door
But we the blind refuse to see
These animals who rob us
Of equity and liberty
As they eat our sons and daughters
There once was a woman who lost three sons
Fighting the rich mans wars
Her name is changed to Vengeance now
She has given three, she will give no more
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