We lie to ourselves about being powerless

and pretend that humanity’s not in distress

and we live to impress the people next door

but they’re no better than us, if we’re both funding war


and the addicts we judge don’t shoot barrels of oil

we may think it’s awful, but we’re high on the spoils

as the rifle recoils, we drive off to work

don’t see blood on our hands, we’re just a mail clerk


or a banker, a lawyer, a truck driver, or cop

there’s less blood on the hands down at the chop-shop

it’s a cop-out to act like there’s nothing we can do

don’t make April 15th, a day that you rue


there’s not a gun to your head forcing you to pay

the worst they can do, at the end of the day

is send you to jail for not funding the war

but your conscience or your freedom,

which do you value more?


About soitgoes1984

I live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean in the Hawaiian Kingdom which is currently illegally occupied by the American government. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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