Boeing

I don’t blame you
You only make the tools for their trade
But if I give you a mirror
Can you tell me what you have really made?
Perpetuating circle of fear and consumption
To keep us bound and blind
We are all afraid of the things
That we will never see
Construction. To makes us all believe
Construction. Turn it off
We scream. Remember the fate of Deir Yassin
But we’re always the first to forget
This bomb we call progress
This bomb is like us men
Just another form of forced submission
We are all afraid of the things, that we will never see
Grand, creative, construction
To make us all believe
Turn it off! Turn it off!
Lets stop and cross our fingers
I’m crossing mine