Gardens of Death.
Song lyrics from the album "No Time Like the Future "

 

Gardens of death    Bernard Carney November 1995

Every fifteen minutes somewhere

In a burned out village somewhere

There'll be a flash against the sky

Another homeless farmer somewhere

Stumbles on a mine

And for every one survivor two will die

 

Pastures of plenty now are sown with destruction

Growing only uncertainty and fear

Lethal reminders of a never ending war

Taking lifetimes of misery to clear

 

For the mines have been planted like

Bad seed in the ground

Deadly silent sentinels that wait without a sound

The legacy of conflict indiscriminate and wild                          

And they know no distinction

Be it soldier be it child

So scream your disapproval with every angry breath

And fight to put an end to all these

Gardens of death

 

Who will remove them when the fighting is over

What could the price of peace be worth

How can we talk of turning swords into ploughshares

When countless million mines infest the earth

Young fingers playing find them bright and attractive

Made of plastic like a friendly coloured toy

Another generation learns to live without a limb

For these are the tactics they employ

 

For the mines have been planted like

Bad seed in the ground

Deadly silent sentinels that wait without a sound

The legacy of conflict indiscriminate and wild                          

And they know no distinction

Be it soldier mother child

So scream your disapproval with every angry breath

And fight to put an end to all these

Gardens of death

 

 

Who are the companies that profit from this slaughter

Who are the people they employ

What drives a person to invent a smarter way

Of making more efficient methods to destroy

Who are the countries now that still refuse to ban them

But wear their good intentions like a mask

Who are the parties in this shameless pollution

These are the questions we must ask

 

For the mines are still planted

In their millions every year

Barely detectable impossible to clear

Sprayed across the countryside landing where they will

Preventing future access always waiting for the kill

So scream your disapproval with every angry breath

So the world can put an end to all these

Gardens of death

 

 

Every fifteen minutes somewhere

Every fifteen minutes somewhere

Every fifteen minutes

 

 

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