Re.TiReD
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Lie here in my arms
I know the clothes you wear I bought them for you
I push your hair back that I cut with my own hands
I wipe your eyes as I have done many times before
I hold your feet in my hands for they are cold
Someone has taken a photo of us but we will be forgotten
I remember your life in an instant as I lived every moment with you
Do you remember how you would bite on my finger?
Do you remember when I tried to teach you how to kick a ball you would pick it up and bring it to me with a cheeky smile?
Do you remember how you would hide under the table pretending to fix a car?
Do you remember standing next to me in salah and waiting for my going into sajood so you could pull my jumper over my head and run as fast as your little legs would carry you?
Do you remember how we nursed that cat so that it could walk again?
You held my heart in the palm of your small hand
Never could I say no to you
I never once shouted at you, never was there a need
What was life like before you? I can’t nor do I want to remember….
Those little hands were for holding sweets but they have been destroyed
Your legs that would help you run around the house night and day I can’t even find
What father ever hopes to outlive his son but this is what I do today
I tell myself you’re sleeping but deep down I know the truth
The truth is simple
A people came wanting blood and glory…What a lethal mixture
They don’t even know our names but they have ended our lives
Where is their operation hearts and minds now?
I cry till I can’t see no more begging them to help but they have cigarettes to smoke and jokes to make.
My ears fill with their laughter as they were once with yours
Ya Rubb Ya Rubb take him from me for I cannot bear his being in pain no more
My crime? My crime was deciding that we would treat ourselves to milk this day and that my son could come with me. I didn’t even see them until it was too late.
Will the world believe that a people so barbaric thought it would be funny to throw grenades at us to watch us run like animals?
I didn’t even see them as they came at us. I didn’t see until it was too late.
I close your eyes with my bloody hands. Is it your blood or mine I do not know?
They drag me away, I scream as they dig their hands into my wounds that they insist on pulling me by
I hear them getting their story together how I tried to blow them up but they had shot me first
You will believe them but not me. What was the word of a baker against the word of army?
As I am thrown in the back of the truck I wonder how my wife will feel not knowing that today would be the day she the light of her life was extinguished
The hood is pulled over my head
All I see is darkness as I fight to breath…
- Brother Scented Blood
I know the clothes you wear I bought them for you
I push your hair back that I cut with my own hands
I wipe your eyes as I have done many times before
I hold your feet in my hands for they are cold
Someone has taken a photo of us but we will be forgotten
I remember your life in an instant as I lived every moment with you
Do you remember how you would bite on my finger?
Do you remember when I tried to teach you how to kick a ball you would pick it up and bring it to me with a cheeky smile?
Do you remember how you would hide under the table pretending to fix a car?
Do you remember standing next to me in salah and waiting for my going into sajood so you could pull my jumper over my head and run as fast as your little legs would carry you?
Do you remember how we nursed that cat so that it could walk again?
You held my heart in the palm of your small hand
Never could I say no to you
I never once shouted at you, never was there a need
What was life like before you? I can’t nor do I want to remember….
Those little hands were for holding sweets but they have been destroyed
Your legs that would help you run around the house night and day I can’t even find
What father ever hopes to outlive his son but this is what I do today
I tell myself you’re sleeping but deep down I know the truth
The truth is simple
A people came wanting blood and glory…What a lethal mixture
They don’t even know our names but they have ended our lives
Where is their operation hearts and minds now?
I cry till I can’t see no more begging them to help but they have cigarettes to smoke and jokes to make.
My ears fill with their laughter as they were once with yours
Ya Rubb Ya Rubb take him from me for I cannot bear his being in pain no more
My crime? My crime was deciding that we would treat ourselves to milk this day and that my son could come with me. I didn’t even see them until it was too late.
Will the world believe that a people so barbaric thought it would be funny to throw grenades at us to watch us run like animals?
I didn’t even see them as they came at us. I didn’t see until it was too late.
I close your eyes with my bloody hands. Is it your blood or mine I do not know?
They drag me away, I scream as they dig their hands into my wounds that they insist on pulling me by
I hear them getting their story together how I tried to blow them up but they had shot me first
You will believe them but not me. What was the word of a baker against the word of army?
As I am thrown in the back of the truck I wonder how my wife will feel not knowing that today would be the day she the light of her life was extinguished
The hood is pulled over my head
All I see is darkness as I fight to breath…
- Brother Scented Blood
