Blind Curve

I saw a war widow in a launderette
Washing the memories from her husband′s clothes
She had medals pinned to a threadbare greatcoat
A lump in her throat with cemetery eyes

I see convoys curbcrawling West German autobahns
Trying to pick up a war
They're going to even the score
Oh... I can′t take any more
I see black flags on factories
Soup ladles poised on the lips of the poor
I see children with vacant stares, destined for rape in the alleyways
Does anybody care, I can't take any more!
Should we say goodbye?

I see priests, politicians?
Black heroes in black plastic body-bags under nations' flags
I see children pleading with outstretched hands
Drenched in napalm, this is no Vietnam

I can′t take any more, should we say goodbye
How can we justify?
They call us civilized!