In Afghan Fields the Poppies Blow
In Afghan fields
The poppies blow
And mark hypocrisy
Row by row
The global drug war
Still we fight
And spill our blood
For right of might
The torch of freedom
Is long since dead
At gunpoint we march
To BAR laws instead
Justice is Blind
Our property gone
By claim of right
Which just means its wrong
Our children still spill
Their blood in the street
Sacrifice our most Dear
On an altar of deceit
Should we admit
At so high a cost
The drug wars ain’t worth it
And we all have lost?
For centuries now
This crimson tide
Has slaughtered humanity
And done it with pride
These drug ridden flowers
All laden with death
Should never be pinned
On our children’s chests
The Bankers we serve
Just tell a lie
And we pay for it dearly
Before we all die
Our far eastern border
Is in Newfoundland
So why are we killing
Afghanistan?
Jimi Townsend
