Nineteen-Seventeen

100 years of drums

pounding

rockets red-glaring

and blind men staring

100 years of red,

white,

and blue

doing what we do best

God save the queen

and fuck the rest.

 

Leave your family

leave your farm

we don’t mean you

any harm

Johnny, Johnny

with your gun

thanks to you

the good guys won

and done with fighting

evermore

this war was

to end all war

now the world is safe

for democracy

with shell-shock,

you shake

but the world is free .

 

100 years,

and the bombs still fly

now Jane joined Johnny

and together they die

and by and by

and dry your tears

where will we be bombing

in 100 years?

 

Since the war

to end all war

there have been countless more.

We still wave flags

as we cry freedom

and recruit the poor.

 

They say we shouldn’t touch

on such a sacred cow

but as farmers marched to Europe

they left rusty plows

and fallow fields of dreams

were buried in the mud

as Johnny held his gun

in trenches filled with blood

 

some of them came home

to bonuses denied

and they began to see a pattern

as Uncle Sam, again

lied.

 

Many died to end all war

but war is all we see

they still say we fight for freedom

and democracy

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel.
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