Black smoke a shroud over the city the epicenter is sullen no movement at all. While they hide in wretched shelter and smother their babies into breast. A clandestine murmur of sorrow resonated in the streets. When the sun rises in they pull their dead from the rubble. They pull their children from beneath the f**ing rubble. And another world away a mother drops to the floor raises her face to the sky and cries "what the f** for?" And those in power lead this masquerade to them it's only a game. As the innocent suffer. Religious zealots capitalize on these times spreading their drivel and lies. As the innocent suffer. Propaganda euphemizes brutality keeping the ma**es in line. As the innocent suffer. Nationalist lies create the perfect disguise for economic plunder. As the innocent suffer