Small Men

They lie until the lie has legs Then make it walk on news They point at maps with clean white hands And tell us what to choose A child is dead in Gaza A child is dead in Kyiv They change the names of murder Until the murder sounds clean And every empire says amen When it needs another grave Small men With the world in their hands Small men With no blood on their chin Small men Making hell sound planned Small men Still asking for more Washington sells the warning Moscow sells the pride Tehran sells the holy fire Tel Aviv sells the line They all say it is different They all say wait and see But the mothers hold the same bones In every country If power needs children Then power is diseased Small men With the world in their hands Small men With no blood on their chin Small men Making hell sound planned Small men Still asking for more Not your roof Not your blood Not your daughter in the dust Not your name Not your bed So you count the living dead Small men With the world in their hands Small men With no blood on their chin Small men Making hell sound planned Small men Still asking for more