Heroes
We are the Heroes
All we need to do Is fly straight perish in fire Paradise waiting Islands and cities Full of mistaken people Chosen for Heaven * One man with a gun And a beautiful bomb smiles at His own Jihad Glorious weather To start a war by shedding The blood of children * Souls of the broken Stare at the tears and courage Uncomprehending No happier day To pack a rucksack and break The heart of London * Deep in shattered dreams New shoes kick the enemy Old men are weeping A perfect weekend For boys in the hood to run Looting and burning * Not the rescuers Dying to save a stranger Nor the blind climber Not the lovely boy He and the bomb dismantled Nor burning daughters Not the Red Arrow Who wrenched his plummeting plane Away from houses Not aching nurses Mothers of empty children Nor weeping Jesus God in our pocket We are the right men always We are the Heroes * |