No time for love, by Christy Moore

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No time for love, by Christy Moore

 

 

You call it the law, we call it apartheid,

internment conscription partition and silence

It's a law that they make to keep you and me

where they think we belong

 

They hide behind steel and bullet proof glass

machine guns and spies

And they tell us who suffered the teargas and torture

that we are wrong

 

They suffered the torture, they rotted in cells

went crazy wrote letters and died

The limits of pain they endured

but the lonliness got them instead

 

And the courts gave them justice

as justice is given by well mannered thugs

Sometimes they fought for the will to survive

more times they just wished they were dead

 

They took away Sacco Vanzetti, Connolly and Pearse in their time

They came for Newton and Seale, Bobby Sands and some of his friends

In Boston, Chicago, Saigon, Santiago, Warsaw and Belfast

And places that never make headlines the list never ends

 

The boys in blue are only a few of everyday cops on their beats

The CID, branchmen, informers and spies do their jobs just as well

Behind them the men who tap phones, take photos, computers and files

And the man who tells them when to come and take you to your cell

 

They tell us that here we are free to live our lives as we please

To march, to write and to sing, so long as we do it alone

But say it or do it with comrades united and strong

And they'll take you for a long rest with walls and barbed wire for you home

 

So come all you people who give

to your brothers and sisters the will to fight on

They say you can get used to this war,

that doesn' mean that this war isn't on

The fish need the sea to survive,

just like your comrades need you

And the death squad can only get through to them

 

IF FIRST THEIR WORDS GET THROUGH TO YOU