Let’s Sing A Song

Let’s sing a song for the dead

let’s sing a song for the dying

I want to hear more

than just poor villagers crying

let a chorus of cries ring out

from sea to sea

and we will fill oceans

if we properly mourn history.

 

Let’s sing a song for the living

let’s sing a song for all those giving

an hour,

or a flower,

or gallons of blood

and sweat

let’s sing a song

for those dying with no regret,

and those placing all their bets on humanity

regardless of the insanity we see

from sea to shining sea

 

let’s sing a song for those who live free

regardless of the chains

let’s sing a song

each and every time it rains

because no matter how bombed out and sunbaked

the earth might be

look real hard and you will see

life growing

showing us theres hope

at least for the planet…

 

we got here at the 11th hour

and we’ll be gone before midnight

we, who have the audacity to fight,

to kill the earth and each other

out of greed

but if the earth is a garden,

we are the weed

and we are the Roundup

we’re the paper

and the pen

writing ourselves

out of the song

but the chorus will continue on

long after we’re gone

the dogs will bark

and the chickens cluck

the cats will meow

and they’ll wonder how the fuck

they ever let such cruel beasts

join the band in the first place.

 

Lets sing a song for the dead,

and if we see no reason to sing

we might as well

count ourselves among them already.

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. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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