.:some may say I'm a dreamer:.
On my way to Idaho, I was having a long conversation with my grandmother, and what we discussed worried me. We were talking about the war and the world today.
So many close their eyes in obedience, not ever knowing anything but what they were told. Holding so tight to their beliefs that their hands bleed, clenching to keep their sleeping soul from screaming out. So resistant to an idea or topic that could tear away their fragile little worlds. Today I was re-ignited by strong winds of ignorance. They spread me like a wildfire burning back the underbrush that chokes back life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. My god, can't they see?
Look at it, look at it, your daughters are being slaughtered. Look at it, look at it! Your son's hands, blood-soaked, draped over his lifeless, torn, and tortured corpse. Next to him lies his brother, once separated by Pacific, gruesomely mimicking his kin. Repugnantly they lie, putridly they died. Casually labeled a casualty. Look at it, look at it, silently they speak of horror with their twisted mouths of fear and hate. Distorted silent scream where a smile was, child-like laughter and joy not even a memory now. Darling child don't you see, don't you see what the world could be? What's so funny about peace, love, and understanding?
Granny, is it really true that murder is necessary? Mom, why are we fighting? Why are you sending me to die? Why do you sacrifice yourself? I heard it was for oil. I heard you were dying to help them take your sister's home. I heard the "evil" they feed us is really our cousins. Can't you see? I hear the war drum. In my head the beat blocks my thoughts, my vision fading, clever fox. No! I refuse to sleep! No! I deny your authority! Vision clearing... I dissent, forfeit, and desist. And peacefully I sit, pulling you in, my brothers speaking through me. Can you now hear their weeping? Yelling at you to open your eyes. To see. To see them dying, to see them crying. See your sisters and brothers of this world used to feed a greed.
Useless, hateful, selfish self-professed "redeemer" disguised by lies. I will show your dirty secret. I won't be silenced. And I will stand here until they can see.
So many close their eyes in obedience, not ever knowing anything but what they were told. Holding so tight to their beliefs that their hands bleed, clenching to keep their sleeping soul from screaming out. So resistant to an idea or topic that could tear away their fragile little worlds. Today I was re-ignited by strong winds of ignorance. They spread me like a wildfire burning back the underbrush that chokes back life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. My god, can't they see?
Look at it, look at it, your daughters are being slaughtered. Look at it, look at it! Your son's hands, blood-soaked, draped over his lifeless, torn, and tortured corpse. Next to him lies his brother, once separated by Pacific, gruesomely mimicking his kin. Repugnantly they lie, putridly they died. Casually labeled a casualty. Look at it, look at it, silently they speak of horror with their twisted mouths of fear and hate. Distorted silent scream where a smile was, child-like laughter and joy not even a memory now. Darling child don't you see, don't you see what the world could be? What's so funny about peace, love, and understanding?
Granny, is it really true that murder is necessary? Mom, why are we fighting? Why are you sending me to die? Why do you sacrifice yourself? I heard it was for oil. I heard you were dying to help them take your sister's home. I heard the "evil" they feed us is really our cousins. Can't you see? I hear the war drum. In my head the beat blocks my thoughts, my vision fading, clever fox. No! I refuse to sleep! No! I deny your authority! Vision clearing... I dissent, forfeit, and desist. And peacefully I sit, pulling you in, my brothers speaking through me. Can you now hear their weeping? Yelling at you to open your eyes. To see. To see them dying, to see them crying. See your sisters and brothers of this world used to feed a greed.
Useless, hateful, selfish self-professed "redeemer" disguised by lies. I will show your dirty secret. I won't be silenced. And I will stand here until they can see.