They speak of the children, sacred lives to defend,
But when it comes to the poor, their voices end.
No care for the sick, no food when they cry.
They call it a handout and let children die.
They say our freedoms come at a price,
And dead babies are a fair sacrifice.
They cry "dead babies" with voices so loud,
But their voices fade when away from the crowds.
They promise to guard what they hold dear,
But leave children behind in hunger and fear.
When classrooms turn deadly, not a word will they say,
Their rights hold more weight than the loss of the day.
Guns in their hands, ready to fight,
Lives don't matter more than their rights.
It's just the cost of a promise they made,
Dead babies are the price we must pay.
They cry "dead babies" with voices so loud,
But their voices fade when away from the crowds.
They promise to guard what we hold dear,
But leave children behind in hunger and fear.
In faraway lands, where peace never comes,
They shout about freedom behind guns and bombs.
Children lost in a war without end,
Waging war for oil in blood-covered sand.
They say it's the price of standing so tall,
While dead babies pay the cost of it all.
They cry "dead babies" with voices so loud,
But their voices fade when away from the crowds.
They promise to guard what the world holds dear,
But death to the babies in shadows and fear.
They speak with hands on their hearts but beware,
They pay lip service but they don't care.
The words may be warm, the promises sway,
But dead babies don't matter past Election Day.
They cry "dead babies" with voices so loud,
But their voices fade away from the crowd.
They promise to guard what you hold dear,
But only care about babies in election years.
The cry "dead babies"!