“Mother” by James

“This war’s a mother fucker.
How many sons will we kill today ?
On poors little brother
Tell me what the
view’s like from the ground.
Your love is a killer
Killing all this love in me.
We are so full of terror.
Viscious kiss, your love
is longing deep love love
Love won’t strike you down
Love love love.

Where the anger is hot
Where opinion is deep
Understanding is shot
Is dead, is dead, is dead
Where the linen is cheap
Where the weapons are not
All the mothers will be
Is dead, is dead, is dead
Will strike you down
Love love love
Will strike you down
Love love

It’s grown to a torture.
I can’t take it anymore.
On poors little mother
Tell me what the
view’s like from the ground.
Love love love
Love will strike you down
Love love will strike us down”