Lletres: David Rovics. Death of Rachel Corrie.

When she sat down in the dirt in front of your machine
A lovely woman dressed in red, you in military green
If you had met her in Jerusalem you might have asked her on a date
But here you were in Gaza, rolling towards the gate

As your foot went to the floor did you recall her eyes,
And did her gaze remind you that you've become what you despise?
As you rolled on towards this woman and ignored all the shouts to stop,
Did you feel a shred of doubt as you watched her body drop?

And as your Caterpillar tracks upon her body pressed
With sixty tons of deadly force crushed the bones within her chest
Could you feel the contours of her face as you took her life away?
Did you serve your country well on that cool spring day?

When you went back across the Green Line back to the open shore
Was this was just another day in a dirty war?
When you looked out on the water did you feel an empty void
Or was it just one more life you've taken, one more home destroyed?
One more home destroyed