9. Elevenem

Body count is up to date

And the devil seems to leave all dead

And nothing here remains

“No rocking hard a little longer”

Ten thousand tons of mud

Over headless kids on the playground

You made no silence for the dead

When your bombs blew up their faces

Too many bones cracked down

As hope turns into ashes

Said the pilot to the ground

“I’m changing my direction”

So it’s you who’ll have to wait

For cool revenge to take over

With backpacks on a train

“This rocket is for you babe...”

Is your love really eleven-m proof?

Tonight the moon was up too late

And your sympathy is in your night prayers

Unfinished, and engaged only if pain is closer

As two hundred of “our men”

Seem more than a thousand Arabians

So who just pulled us down

In this blood river?

Is your love really eleven-m proof?

Love’s not eleven-m proof...