ONCE I WAS
was born a gentle soul in a land where might is king,
the rapping of a spoon against the prisons bars
the sound of freedoms ring.
I was young I was American proud,
could not wait to be a man,
I could serve like all my western heroes,
that was all in their plan.)
cop on the corner would smile and say
you gonna be when you grow?”
reply “A fireman,
maybe a policeman, you never know.”
morning we swore allegiance,
were taught about liberty,
each and every one us
equally guaranteed to be free.
some were more than equal,
suspected it all along,
that was not a topic for discussion,
couldn’t find it even in a song.
they killed my brothers over in Vietnam,
no damn good reason that anyone could understand.
they made a war for everything
if they’d had it planned.
nary a rich mans son had to do the duty.
politician’s child ever met a soldier’s death.
corporate progeny was left to die in the mud,
and alone as they drew their last breath.
and Love were ridiculed by power,
Lust, and self-satisfaction became the accepted way,
is equal only to your bank account,
you cannot eat, drink, live, or breathe but that you’re gonna pay.
cud chewing’ truck drivin’ redneck
a gun up to my head.
it weren’t for grace and witnesses,
probably now be dead.
bullies won almost all the elections,
they didn’t control they destroyed.
put uniforms on thugs, gave ‘em badges and guns,
that all violent criminals might be gainfully employed.
all the peaceful people tried real hard to hide,
the forests were consumed, the waters turned to slime,
put up GPS satellites that could read the date on a dime.
sucked up the Earths’ hydraulic fluid,
burned a hole in the sky,
even have to ask their damn permission,
it comes time for me to die.
they are after the rest of the world,
in America life just goes on.
humanity’s’ anger won’t just go away,
liberty is a call that is strong.
once I was a gentle lad,
that no longer is the case.
is the sharpest sword I know,
I’m gonna keep on waving it all over the place.