Blind Curve

I saw a war widow in a launderette
 Washing the memories from her husband's clothes
 She had medals pinned to a threadbare greatcoat
 A lump in her throat with cemetery eyes
 I see convoys curbcrawling West German autobahns
 Trying to pick up a war
 They're going to even the score
 Oh... I can't take any more
 I see black flags on factories
 Soup ladles poised on the lips of the poor
 I see children with vacant stares, destined for rape in the alleyways
 Does anybody care, I can't take any more!
 Should we say goodbye?
 I see priests, politicians?
 Black heroes in black plastic body-bags under nations' flags
 I see children pleading with outstretched hands
 Drenched in napalm, this is no Vietnam
 I can't take any more, should we say goodbye
 How can we justify?
 They call us civilized!