Lowkey - Skit 6 (Soundtrack to the Struggle) lyrics
[Lowkey - Skit 6 Soundtrack to the Struggle lyrics]
I tried hard to be proud of my service
But all I could feel was shame
Racism could no longer mask the
Reality of the occupation
These were people, these were human beings
I've since been plagued by guilt
Any time I see an elderly man
Like the one who couldn't walk, who
We rolled onto a stretcher
And told the Iraqi police to take him away
I feel guilt anytime I see
A mother with her children
Like the one who cried hysterically
And screamed that we're worse than Saddam
As we forced her from her home
I feel guilt anytime I see a young girl
Like the one I grabbed by the arm
And dragged into the street
We were told we were fighting terrorists
The real terrorist was me
And the real terrorism was this occupation
Racism within the military has long
Been an important tool
To justify the destruction and
Occupation of another country
It has long been used to justify the killing
Subjugation and torture of another people
Racism is a vital weapon
Employed by this government
It is a more important weapon than
A rifle, a tank, a bomber, or a battleship
It is more destructive than an artillery
Shell, or a bunker buster
Or tomahawk missile
While all those weapons are created
And owned by this government
They are harmless without people
Willing to use them
Those who send us to war, do
Not have to pull the trigger
Or lob a mortar round
They do not have to fight the war
They merely have to sell the war
They need a public who's willing to
Send their soldiers into harm's way
They need soldiers who are willing
To kill and be killed, without question
They can spend millions on a single bomb
But that bomb only becomes a
Weapon when the ranks of
The military are willing to follow
Orders to use it they can send every last
Soldier anywhere on Earth
But there will only be a war
If soldiers are willing to fight
But all I could feel was shame
Racism could no longer mask the
Reality of the occupation
These were people, these were human beings
I've since been plagued by guilt
Any time I see an elderly man
Like the one who couldn't walk, who
We rolled onto a stretcher
And told the Iraqi police to take him away
I feel guilt anytime I see
A mother with her children
Like the one who cried hysterically
And screamed that we're worse than Saddam
As we forced her from her home
I feel guilt anytime I see a young girl
Like the one I grabbed by the arm
And dragged into the street
We were told we were fighting terrorists
The real terrorist was me
And the real terrorism was this occupation
Racism within the military has long
Been an important tool
To justify the destruction and
Occupation of another country
It has long been used to justify the killing
Subjugation and torture of another people
Racism is a vital weapon
Employed by this government
It is a more important weapon than
A rifle, a tank, a bomber, or a battleship
It is more destructive than an artillery
Shell, or a bunker buster
Or tomahawk missile
While all those weapons are created
And owned by this government
They are harmless without people
Willing to use them
Those who send us to war, do
Not have to pull the trigger
Or lob a mortar round
They do not have to fight the war
They merely have to sell the war
They need a public who's willing to
Send their soldiers into harm's way
They need soldiers who are willing
To kill and be killed, without question
They can spend millions on a single bomb
But that bomb only becomes a
Weapon when the ranks of
The military are willing to follow
Orders to use it they can send every last
Soldier anywhere on Earth
But there will only be a war
If soldiers are willing to fight