Half Starved, Half Killed

Who will grieve for the millions dead?

All those starved

And all those executed

Disease and deprivation

Sick rampage of man

Victimizing, genociding those

Who inhabit your own land

The masses of the country are diseased and weak

Where are all the doctors

Or the medicines you seek?

Instead you have the soldiers

Fighting against their own land

Forced into slave labour

Either that or they die!

Three million on your conscience

How ever can you live?

Those still in your province

Have lost everything they had

Parents outliving children

And whole families disappeared

Why did this "Beautiful world"

Become one that we feared

Music and Lyrics By Matt Davidson
Copyright of Matt Davidson.©