Seventeen Ways
Nobody told us what was happening
No news reporter, reported a thing
Government turned a blind eye on democracies grey day, the Chinese threw a people party, and nobody came

Seventeen ways to genocide, and what do we know. Seventeen ways to hide your death machines in the snow. Seventeen forms of torture, with seventeen points. Seventeen ways to silence one more helpless voice

This poor relation with a peaceful charm, struck as a nation, by a sour Grandfather's arm. The fat man sits on the little child, squeezes till he's done. The little child's got the key to the garden,
but the fat man won't get up