No words, no words can explain the anger from years and years of being beaten down No words, no words can relay No words, no words can erase Brainwashed, domesticated, bound in chains No words, no words can relay As the giant steamroller called progress Mows down the last fragments of what once was No words can explain the rage as another factory replaces another field No words, no words can relay No words can begin to say what would be said if the dead could replay, If the napalmed children, The tortured dissidents, The publicly executed, The burned villages, The silent masses could Cry, could scream, Could speak... Telling tales of tragedies for which we find no words For which there are no words