Here they are with their monkey face
With their gun on her head
Hunched, grim freaked face
They close their ragged line
Deciding if she should live
Or dead
Sweats burn her face
As she cry out for mercy
Blood surge through her vein
Insane she goes
She turned her face flat to the wall
Then sucked her breath
Yawning like the big open mouth
Of an angry crocodile
As she pray
As I die, it will be to free myself
Leaving the world
The politicians
To accomplish it's purpose
It is my nature to think so
While the great World goes it's way
But for lonely men like her
It was wasted
Al the beauty spent lavishly
As these goes by
She has a sound
Clothed men abound
God
All she could say
Free at last.