A Citizen's Concern

dotheevolukindotheevolukin Posts: 44
edited September 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Counting bodies, slightly tired
The pen begins to slip
Spoiling the statistics
Less meaning for the numbers
Yet still, when your head hits the pillow
You sleep so easily
Knowing so many are dying
How is this so?

I might become quite bitter
But still I try to find
The reason for your country
To be within a bind
Which doesn't have a cause
Except the resource that you crave
Blood that's spilt won't equal the greed
How is this so?

Possibly you’re sorry
To all the families
I know there is a heart
Within your mind of stone
I blame myself for caring
They blame you for the sores
Confusion from decisions
How is this so?

Dagger chooses its target
Known to have dead-aim
I fear the worst
You promise the best
The lies they claim you tell
Seem so well disguised
Yet never try to hide
How is this so?
"It's not British music, it's American music. Now c'mon." -Bob Dylan
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