Apathy

The bombs have started dropping
flags wave blue starred design
Once again the bitter hawk of Israel
draws the blood of Palestine
Another generation grows up
living daily with the violence
And a world around surrounding them
hands over mouths in silence
A topsy turvy world
where the oppressed become oppressors
Inquisitional style genocide
of heresy and confessors
Where terrorism replaces witchcraft
spells swapped for the martyrs belt
Whilst missiles replace the rack
rebellion the prick that cant be felt
Yet terrorism's a fickle term
just like freedom fighter
And is not a bomb that judges this
but the side for which you light her
But forget terms and politics
and all that propaganda 
We should all share a world view
thats more noble and much grander
Where the weak should be protected
and preference shown to none
And what speaks loudest is love and respect
not the stuttering of a gun
Stand up against aggression 
and speak out against the greed
That causes man to kill his blood,
and maybe we'll plant a seed
Within the heart of a small child
and what fruit it may bring
The fruit of Gandhi and Guevara
Malcolm X, Marcos and King
But if we plant a seed of hate
watered with apathy
Bitter fruit that tree will bear
all light from it will flee
And if it was our children dying
and our cities that burned
Would we cry out mutely
to a world thats not concerned ?
And if the walls went up around our towns
would the lesson then be learned
That when we decide on apathy
its all we get returned