Bulls on Parade
Why do people become so reflective when they age? I am experiencing a recent bout of this myself. However, current events such as the Iraqi election and the beginning of Bush's second term, coupled with a political science class, have made me more aware of the world's thinly veiled machinations. Yesterday, I picked up on a verse from "Bulls on Parade", written nearly ten years ago, that describes a reality eerily similar to our own. I submit it for your consideration.
Weapons, not food, not homes, not need
Just feed the war cannibal animal
I walk the corner to the rubble
That used to be a library
Line up to the mind cemetery
What we don't know keeps the
Contracts alive and moving
They don't gotta burn the books
They just remove 'em
While arms warehouses fill
As quick as the cells
Rally round the family
Pockets full of shells
P.S. Happy birthday to me. ^_^
Weapons, not food, not homes, not need
Just feed the war cannibal animal
I walk the corner to the rubble
That used to be a library
Line up to the mind cemetery
What we don't know keeps the
Contracts alive and moving
They don't gotta burn the books
They just remove 'em
While arms warehouses fill
As quick as the cells
Rally round the family
Pockets full of shells
P.S. Happy birthday to me. ^_^