DPL

Weapons not food, not homes, not shoes
Not need, just feed the war cannibal animal
I walk the corner to the rubble that used to be a library
Line up to tha mind cemetery, now.
What we don’t know keeps tha contracts alive an movin’
They don’t gotta burn the books, they just remove ’em
While arms warehouses fill as quick as the cells
Rally round the family, pockets full of shells.
-Rage Against the Machine, Bulls on Parade