Dream but don't sleep
Your eyes are many.
Counting the sheep.
Counting on many.
They sigh and they seek
A dream long forgotten.
To turn the other cheek
Til the day that they stop them
(The ghosts of tomorrow,
The despots of sorrow).
Their worries are many
Their problems are few.
Not knowing they're making
Boulders out of stew.
They chew and they chew
Pretending to suffer.
But deep down right under
Their heart chants their real colour.
They sweat in the dust
And cough like a smoker.
But once it's all over
They'll tire in water.
They sleep, oh, they sleep
On the dusk of their slaughter
Don't you want to see
How they'll kill all my brothers?
