MAJOR GENERAL DESPAIR

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MAJOR GENERAL DESPAIR

We're looking for a better world, but what do we see? Just hatred, poverty,
aggression, misery.
So much money spent on war when three quarters of the world is so helplessly
poor.
Major General Despair sits at his desk, planning a new mode of attack, he's
quite unconcerned about chance or risk, the Major General's a hard nut to
crack.
Oh yes, he designs a cruise missile, tactically sound, operationally OK,
while the starving crawl onto the deathpile, they can't avoid their fate
another day.
Attack on the mind, but he calls it defence, but I ask you again who's it
for?
Do the starving millions who don't stand a chance hope to benefit by his
stupid war?
Babies crippled with hunger before they could walk, mothers with dry breasts
cry dry tears, and meanwhile Major General Despair gives a talk on
increasing the war budget over the years.
How can they do it, these men of steel, how can they plot destruction, pain?
Is it the only way they can feel, by killing again and again?
Is it some part of themselves that has died that permits them to plan as
they do?
Or is it us that is dead, do we simply hide from the responsibility to stop
what they do?
There's so many of us, yet we let them have their way, at this moment
they're plotting and planning.
We've got to rise up to take their power away, to save the world that
they're ruining.
They're destroying the world with their maggot-filled heads, death, pain and
mutilation, they've got the responsibility of millions of dead.
Yet they're still bent on destruction.
The generals and politicians who advocate war should be made to wade in the
truth of it, they should spend sleepless nights shivering with fear and by
day time should crawl in the deathpit.
They'll find the truth of what they've done there, festering corpses they
and their kind made, eyeless skulls that endlessly stare having seen the
truth of military trade.
The earth was our home, the wind and the air, the blue sky, the grass and
the trees, but these masters of war, what do they care?
Only sentiments, these.
It's our world but through violence they took it away, took dignity,
happiness, pride.
They took all the colours and changed them to grey with the bodies of
millions that died.
They destroy real meaning through their stupid games, make life a trial of
fear.
They destroy what values we have with their aims, make us feel it's wrong if
we care.
Well, we do care, it's our home, they've been at it too long, if it's a
fight they want it's beginning.
Throughout history, we've been expected to sing their tired song but now
it's OUR turn to lead the singing....
Fight war, not wars,
Make peace, not wars.
Fight war, not wars, we know you've heard it before.
Fight war, not wars,
Make peace, not wars.
Fight war, not wars,
Make love, not wars
1-2-3-4 we don't want your fucking war.

(War is confirmation of the imposed reality in which we exist. A constant
violent reminder of the lenghts to which those that impose that reality will
go. We are prisoners within that reality until we create our own)

from the album 'Christ - The Album' Crass.