Here are the bullets
Here is the gun
now we're going to have some fun
they said they wanted a Civil War
now they'll learn What war is for
everybody has a plan
until the first shot is fired by the first man
the word tool is only a true
in the hands of a general or the hands of a fool
And when God laughs thousands die
what once was true was only a lie
Civil War Civil War
no one knows what it is for
whoever moves first will alway lose
so many have to die
for lie after lie after lie
when first they practice to deceive
when only lies are what they believe
this machine kills fascists you know
and Jesus will die when the cock crows
the ghost is out there on the killing floor
that's what a civil war is for
when my time comes I hope I'm ready
I hope my hands are true and ready
I try not to succumb to hate
but I have no choice but to succumb to fate
in Flanders fields the poppies blow
between the crosses row on row
why do so many have to die
for nothing more than a f***ing lie?
Love that last line. I think it's more like an uncivil war… More like anarchy. With every man for himself and the ones with the most firepower overpowering all others.
I find myself singing The Battle Hymn of the Republic quite often these days. I'm surprised all religious it is but the abolitionists came from strict Protestant sects in the north first seeing the evil of slavery. Now it's wage slavery. Having to take two jobs to make a living. Unable to pay for child care. On and on until war breaks out.
Close to the subject of my poem tomorrow. Taking a gun into one's own hands.
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I find myself singing The Battle Hymn of the Republic quite often these days. I'm surprised all religious it is but the abolitionists came from strict Protestant sects in the north first seeing the evil of slavery. Now it's wage slavery. Having to take two jobs to make a living. Unable to pay for child care. On and on until war breaks out.
Close to the subject of my poem tomorrow. Taking a gun into one's own hands.
Ron