Girls look through a fence at a refugee camp in
REUTERS/Khaled al-Mousuly (
Tuesday
words/music by Kent Lambert (aka Roommate)
The war will start on Monday
we will go to work
we will read the headlines
we will go get coffee.
The war will start on Monday
we will talk to God
or maybe not
we will go get lunch.
Maybe we'll eat pasta
maybe we'll eat pork
maybe we'll eat tofu
maybe we'll eat crow
maybe we'll eat crow.
The war will start on Monday
we will watch the clock
we'll go to the protest
or maybe not
or maybe not.
The war will start on Monday
we will watch TV
we will change the channels
we will go to sleep
and in our dreams we'll drop the bombs and stop the bleeding
in our dreams we'll write the songs that start the healing
in our dreams we'll find another way
and the war will end on Tuesday.
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April is National Poetry Month
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for peace
For peace
I witness
Witnesses: Inside Iraq (a blog by Baghdad bureau correspondents of McClatchy Newspapers).
It's a Hard Life Wherever You Go
Lyrics by Nanci Griffith
I am a backseat driver from America
They drive to the left on Falls Road
The man at the wheel's name is Seamus
We pass a child on the corner he knows
And Seamus says, "Now, what chance has that kid got?"
And I say from the back, "I don't know."
He says, "There's barbed wire at all of these exits . . .
And there ain't no place in Belfast for that kid
to go."
Chorus:
It's a hard life
It's a hard life
It's a very hard life
It's a hard life wherever you go
If we poison our children with hatred
then, the hard life is all that they'll know
And there ain't no place in Belfast(Chicago/this world) for
these kids to go
A cafeteria line in Chicago
The fat man in front of me
Is calling black people trash to his children
he's the only trash here I see
And I'm thinking this man wears a white hood
in the night when his children should sleep
But, they slip to their window and they see him
And they think that white hood's all they need
(Chorus)
I was a child in the sixties
dreams could be held through TV
With Disney, and Cronkite, and Martin Luther
Oh, I believed, I believed . . . I BELIEVED
Now, I am the backseat driver from America
I am not at the wheel of control
I am guilty, I am war, . . . I am the root of all evil
Lord, and I can't drive on the left side of the road
(Chorus)
i witness for peace
I witness
peace.
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