Blood in the Street

Brother, have you heard the news today?
There is blood in the street.

There is no drum
There is no beat

Just blood in the street

"Brother, are you sure that's the news today? It wasn't on E News. I was watching 'The Kardashians' and they never mentioned it. Brother have you taken your 'One a Day' All natural multivitamin? Brother, are you sure that's the news? I certainly didn't see that in this month's 'People Magazine'. I don't even think there's an app for that."

Brother Listen!
Didn't you here the news today?
The president reads from his 'Fix Our Country' wrap sheet
While bullets fly and blood on the street
They march and shout for Justice
But now the street is stained red with the blood of oppression
They keep on marching, drenched with the sweat of freedom

"Way down there?
In that God forsaken country?
Why should we give a damn?!
It's not like it's important to us.
It's Africa for Christ's sake!
Plus my iPhone doesn't get any reception down there, and there's not even a McDonald anywhere! Did I mention that there is not nearly enough TV channels? Even Dish Network gets you at least 2000 channels. And what's the deal with their computers? If it's not an Apple product, it's not worth having.
Let them figure their own problems out!
Ok fine. I did see just a bit about it.

---'The tyrant orders virgin guard to kill protesters.'---

Did you see those chicks? Oh man! They're so hot. This one girl was so sexy. Fully stacked. Huge rack. She looked just like Kim Kardashian.
There was this other part. I didn't really pay attention.

---'All of them terrorists oppressed by a tyrant terrorist.'---

That's what the news said anyways.
Why should I give a damn?"


But Brother, Listen!
Have you heard the news today?

People trying to stand up on their feet
As their blood flows into the street
All the world says "Man, that's neat!"
But have you ever seen your own blood spill into the street?!
Mothers and Fathers
And sons and daughters
All spill their blood onto the street

Way down there
Where dreams turn to bullets
And the cries of anticipation
Become the cry of a nation
Where the homestead is the battlefront
Where Justice can no longer wait for the approval of international aid
Where tomorrow waits for the sun to rise
And the many long nights are bright with the moon of hope

"Oh that. Ya, sure. Where it's ok to be friends with the bad guys, just so long as we can get some of that black gold. Look, I don't care what happens. I'm doing just fine. Hey, they're all terrorists anyways, so who cares? If it were up to me I'd just nuke them. Done! problem solved! That's a really good idea! I should totally tweet that!"

If that's how we show care
Then who can we depend on
To defend us to the end?

All the world looks, taking the back seat
As the world dies
and

- Blood! -

in the street.