[wizardoz]

Midnight, our sons and daughters
Cut down, taken from us
Hear their heartbeat,
hear their heartbeat
In the trees our sons stand naked
through the walls our daughters cry
Hear their heartbeat
hear their heartbeat.

What a pity it is that U2 has come down on the wrong side of history. They could have done a lot for the people of Iraq, had they not been too busy sucking Nelson Mandela's di- (edited).

[struwwelpeter]

I think Vysotskiy is more fitting here:

Protopi ty mne ban'ku po-belomu -
Ya ot belogo svetu otvyk.
Ugoryu ya i mne ugorelomu,
Par goryachiy razvyazhet yazyk

       Open me up a bottle of white - 
       I'm not used to this world.
       I'll burn out, and this burning
       Hot vapor will untie my tongue.

Vspominayu kak utrechkom ranen'ko
Bratu kriknut' uspel: "Posobi!"
I menya dva krasivyx oxrannika
Povezli iz Sibiri v Sibir'.
A potom na kar'ere li, v topi li,
Naglotavshis' slezy i syrtsa,
Blizhe k serdtsu kololi my profili
Chtob on slyshal kak rvutsya serdtsa.

        I recall how early one morning
        I called out to my brother: "Help!"
        And two handsome guards
        Took me to and from Siberia.
        But later, perhaps at the quarry, perhaps in the swamp
        Swallowing our last tears and supplies,
        We hid the pictures closer to our hearts
        So that He could hear how our hearts were breaking.

Still plenty of unpunished "criminals against humanity" walking around in Russia.