Herewith starts a mini series called from the archives, I was clearing out some old things from the attic and I found a stack of Poems and songs (yes I imagined myself quite the song-writer/poet in my day aka pretentious git syndrome)… 😀
And here for your perusal is the first of the offerings.
I know a thing or two even though you say I’m not mature enough.
Tell you what I’m not!
I am not old enough to start wars and to kill children
That’s what I am not.
I’m too young to have these scars to shoulder this burden.
But betting three to one
When the time comes
I will be mature enough.
There you go again
I know your lies so well
Telling me about patriots & heroes
It’s all the same again
Tell me about the fools & misguided
One thing is true for sure
No one will cry for you
Tears are wasted on Warlords.
No protestations, no peace marches, no love songs.
No demonstration, just watchers, and more war songs.
There are no hearts melting with sadness for they’d be traitors to the cause
They will ignore you, despise you and then ultimately hate you.
They would jail you, with no repriive, and probably shoot you.
So off to war they go
Like sheep to the abatoire, go on follow that leader.
Watch the blood flow, see the tears gush forth, deafened by the explosions.
Watch the boys go, clouds are hiding the sun
We’re just toys in the hands of the superpowers.
Marionettes jerked around by our strings.
Ventriloquist dummies forever silenced
With our fates decided there you go you got your hearts desire.
We are the living dead no need to hide it, let it show you liars.
We trusted them what folly.
Now we are done
And there’s no one left to fight.
No boundaries, no fires and no place to hide.
No countries, no choirs, no one left to decide.
All civilisations are gone exterminated
We are going back to an ice age
And from there maybe
We can begin again, rising up from the ashes to live again
Maybe sing again, songs of praise and past glories
No more clashes
A return to the source of life nature
Only to have the mess start again…
* This was written in 1977, if one thinks about it it describes the Bush years way ahead of time. That said well I have always been blessed by foresight a family curse, we see things way before they happen. And one developed the Cassandra complex to be blessed with seeing the truth and cursed with no one believing us when we say it.