I Am A Rifle!

Built like a dream out of the past crushing generations with a foggy mass of seething anger and unhealed wounds
I can’t make this right but don’t be confused

I am a rifle I am this blockade I’m banners and violence and car-bombs and riots
I am a rifle I am this blockade I am the fire of a thousand murdered sons

Don’t look to me to give the future back don’t look to me to rework the past I’m only here to bring things to a head you can cover your ears it doesn’t change who I am

I am a rifle I am this blockade I’m banners and violence and car-bombs and riots
I am a rifle I am this blockade I am the fire of a thousand murdered sons

I haunt the Chilcotin, I stalk Palestine. I fueled Rwanda’s worst I held Lasagna’s hand. I’m one hundred shades of hunger

I am a rifle I am this blockade I am the fire of a thousand murdered sons
I am resistance I am your problem I’m not leaving and I am your fault