I Am A Rifle

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.