How many times?

With the way the news is at the moment I have found myself remembering a 16-bar verse I'd written a little while ago that I never got round to recording. There are quite a few of these floating verses that I'm trying to figure out a suitable outlet for... Maybe it will be here, or maybe this will make me try harder to think of another one. 

How many times? How many lines crossed?
I seen a bit of this world but I ain’t found god.
Just people, stuck in between their leaders
And what seems like a hopeless dream.
Now is it freedom, that you believe in?
See the balance been tipped, and not in the favour of reason.
We’ve been misled, the victims of thieving,
And much blood’s been shed in our names, it ain’t even.
Stones from pockets against guns and rockets
The underdog’s not scared, cos he already lost it.
He’s made a decision, to die on his feet,
Cos better that than to live on his knees.
So what’s defeat? And whose is victory?
History repeats, that don’t sound good to me.
Governments lie, been ignoring the warnings - 
I’ve prayed for the day, but now I’m scared as it’s dawning.

© Hasta, 2008