Fresh Music: How Is This Not War?

This one is based on my last Civil War 2.0 Weather Report.  I like the way this came out, and it came together pretty rapidly.  It’s rock with a twinge of alternative that should wake the neighbors up.  Enjoy!

Behind The Music:
All the songs so far are here (LINK).
All the music outside of parodies and (including this song) are available right now for pre-purchase wherever you buy music.  Just go there, and search for Wilder’s Hammer (rock) or Wilder’s Brigade (country) and pre-order.  Release dates were suggested to be a week after upload, but if that doesn’t give any advantages, we’ll shorten that lag.

How Is This Not War?
By John Wilder

They call it progress, but it’s war by another name
War’s new shadows, playing a deadly game
No tanks on the streets, no bombs in the sky
Just poison the culture, watch old ways die

Sell women empowerment, to chase the fleeting thrill
Burn all their fertile years, leave the cradle still
A nation’s not a business, not built for endless growth
A family is blood and soil, not some corporate oath

It’s not a shortage of workers, it’s a shortage of kin
They flood the gates with strangers, let the grift begin
Tax the sons who built it, hand the cash away
To those who hate the builders, every day

This is war, silent and slow
Burn down the country, in a secret show
No declaration needed, no banners in the air
Just rivers of replacement, no one seems to care

This is war, the knife in the dark
Tearing out what we built, igniting the spark
Wake up now, the battle has started
The forgotten war, a future uncharted

They import millions, tell them they deserve our land
Loyal to their own nation, not the soil where they stand
Vote for handouts and to put new tyrants on a throne
While our voice grows weaker, in our only home

Justice bends and breaks, truth doesn’t mean a thing
Skin decides verdict, yet to our principles we cling
One world filled with pain, and crime’s blade is called just
While the innocent bleed out in the dust

No blindfold justice, scales are tipped and torn
Vigilante shadows rise where trust is met with scorn
When the law defends the wolf, men will bare their teeth
The reckoning is coming and will place the bloody wreath

This is war, silent and slow
Burn down the country, in a secret show
No declaration needed, no banners in the air
Just rivers of replacement, no one seems to care

This is war, the knife in the dark
Tearing out what we built, igniting the spark
Wake up now, the battle has started
The forgotten war, a future uncharted

Multicultural dream turns to nightmares in the street
Every tribe for itself, no common ground to meet
The ones who built the nation loved all colors the same
But the rest chose their own, playing a conquest game

Leaders call for silence, demand we disappear
While the invaders sharpen knives we paid to bring here
The kind road is closing, send them back to where they came
Rivers will turn red while our nation regains its name

This is war, the veil is torn away
We see the truth now, no more games to play
No more quiet suffering, no more bended knee
Our blood awakens, fierce and finally free

This is war, the tide begins to turn
Remigration calling, as the old fires burn
The forgotten blood no longer sleeps
A nation rises and the homeland keeps

A silent war
No more
The war’s awake
Forevermore