Resist

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 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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