Can we ever really truly understand war Until we can put our fingers through the bullet holes Smell the gunpowder And be devoured by the history of misery It gets to me Thinking bout 84 Wonderin If these troops got families of they own Dont they realize the pain they causing Listen to the poem Milk can wash away the blood But the stains will remain in the marble of the mind Only love Can flood the heart Start drowin the hate Suffocate my art With the truth, people relate Cuz if we forget it happened It gon happen again Like Gaza, Sri Lanka, Darfur & Tiananmen Write Off Rwanda with a stroke of my pen Light Shines at vigils for The Delhi Riots dead I Shed a tear, when Blue Stars appear In my mind, it reminds me To give purpose to my life Though I Share the rage I do also share the age With the orphans of this conflict Its so hard to turn page When Mamma looks like the widows Lookin out the window, I can't feel the wind blow Its what they been through Is what I see, but Im blessed to never feel Tattered crowns on the grounds Acoustic sounds drown what I hear Or should be hearing What Im fearing Is a lot man Its sad that they re lost Even worse if theyre forgotten Bodys rotten bulldozed set ablaze Said they came fight the terror But its all a masquerade Blast away the buildings Shoot the women and the children Drag us by our hair But dont dare Think well disappear We gon Pick up the pieces Cuz History teaches That Freedom only exists When we can share in it No more battle drums Let the beating of our hearts Be the percussion of pa**ion The common rhythm For the song of hope we all sing With sounds so melodic and harmonic that we ALL sing Only tears When the music hits our ears A fusion of revolution and love makes a clear Tune That I hope we hear soon Singh With Me