Rocks & Donkeys

Verse 1

Petri dish prophets in clean white coats,

Choosing life like casting votes.

They made a dozen, picked out three—

Left the rest in a deep freeze.

The pastor smiled, the church clapped loud,

But no one wept for the unborn child.

Chorus

We’re a disposable nation, built on sand,

Killing our young with a sterilized hand.

Truth’s been traded for surgical scenes—

Hope’s on trial behind glossy screens.

Call it modern. Call it clean.

But death don’t change with a medical sheen.

Verse 2

She never saw it. He never knew.

That pill could flush a soul right through.

The silent death inside her womb—

No cradle, no grave, no room.

The preacher said, “Just trust the plan.”

But God still counts what slips past man.

Chorus

We’re a disposable nation, blind and proud,

Turning our worship into a shroud.

We sing of grace while we fund the kill,

Dressed up murder in a convenient pill.

Call it freedom. Call it choice.

But heaven still hears the unborn voice.

Bridge

You knew. You saw. You stayed polite.

Said “let’s not” instead of “stand and fight.”

Every silence is a stain,

Every pulpit washed with shame.

We ask God to bless, pray in vain.

Final Chorus

We’re a disposable nation, soaked in blood,

Praying for peace while we damn the flood.

This land won’t stand while the truth gets sold—

A graveyard built on lies and gold.

Call it progress. Call it wise.

But hell don’t care what the world buys.

Outro

He formed them all, cell by cell—

And we shipped them off like a product to sell.

Disposable nation.

You’ve heard the bell.