tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-699866497260414248.post4848591558125837734..comments2023-11-03T03:39:08.833-07:00Comments on Iraq War Grief Daily Witness: Iraq War Grief Daily Witness Day 57Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01241842671993239496noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-699866497260414248.post-27036137219974811442007-04-28T06:29:00.000-07:002007-04-28T06:29:00.000-07:00peace.peace.moirahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05776940994450057910noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-699866497260414248.post-52822747149830159632007-04-16T21:41:00.000-07:002007-04-16T21:41:00.000-07:00I witnessI witnessAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12299790959227409091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-699866497260414248.post-10363321636805234112007-04-16T14:09:00.000-07:002007-04-16T14:09:00.000-07:00i witness for peacei witness for peaceAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00014449328493233450noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-699866497260414248.post-1222317246787976062007-04-15T05:22:00.000-07:002007-04-15T05:22:00.000-07:00Witnesses: Inside Iraq (a blog by Baghdad bureau c...Witnesses: <A HREF="http://washingtonbureau.typepad.com/iraq/" REL="nofollow">Inside Iraq</A> (a blog by Baghdad bureau correspondents of McClatchy Newspapers).<BR/><BR/><B>It's a Hard Life Wherever You Go</B><BR/><I>Lyrics by</I> Nanci Griffith<BR/><BR/>I am a backseat driver from America<BR/>They drive to the left on Falls Road<BR/>The man at the wheel's name is Seamus<BR/>We pass a child on the corner he knows<BR/>And Seamus says, "Now, what chance has that kid got?"<BR/>And I say from the back, "I don't know."<BR/>He says, "There's barbed wire at all of these exits . . .<BR/>And there ain't no place in Belfast for that kid<BR/>to go."<BR/><BR/>Chorus:<BR/>It's a hard life<BR/>It's a hard life<BR/>It's a very hard life<BR/>It's a hard life wherever you go<BR/>If we poison our children with hatred<BR/>then, the hard life is all that they'll know<BR/>And there ain't no place in Belfast(Chicago/this world) for<BR/>these kids to go<BR/><BR/>A cafeteria line in Chicago<BR/>The fat man in front of me<BR/>Is calling black people trash to his children<BR/>he's the only trash here I see<BR/>And I'm thinking this man wears a white hood<BR/>in the night when his children should sleep<BR/>But, they slip to their window and they see him<BR/>And they think that white hood's all they need<BR/><BR/>(Chorus)<BR/><BR/>I was a child in the sixties<BR/>dreams could be held through TV<BR/>With Disney, and Cronkite, and Martin Luther<BR/>Oh, I believed, I believed . . . I BELIEVED<BR/>Now, I am the backseat driver from America<BR/>I am not at the wheel of control<BR/>I am guilty, I am war, . . . I am the root of all evil<BR/>Lord, and I can't drive on the left side of the road<BR/><BR/>(Chorus)musing grazehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05199879355891540177noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-699866497260414248.post-50450964104113527032007-04-14T10:01:00.000-07:002007-04-14T10:01:00.000-07:00For peaceI witnessFor peace<BR/>I witnessanniethenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03676273148688900739noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-699866497260414248.post-73000022502438766692007-04-13T14:58:00.000-07:002007-04-13T14:58:00.000-07:00for peacefor peaceJerryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01241842671993239496noreply@blogger.com