Greed - The Blockheads

I’m hidden from you, my lifeless youth

Yet I was born close to the black gold

Here us weak things die by famine

And plagues you forgot about for centuries

Greed for oil, greed for more !

Sure you thought of protecting us

I was born in Iraq, died at the age of three

And my finger points at the blockade meant to free me

My skinned bones still point at your silent faces