Same Parade

The best way you can 

honor our departed sons,

daughters, brothers, and 

sisters is to become a 

war-tax resister, don’t pay

to send any more 

of our loved ones off to war

don’t buy the bullets,

the bombs, and the body bags 

or the caskets and the flags

Don’t pay to erase 

towns and people from the map

and then clap and bow

your head during the parade, 

mourning our dead from the shade

of these old trees here

because we pay year after 

year to send them off 

to occupy foreign lands,

to appease Wall Street’s demands

you have to stand up

for truth and justice if you 

want to honor them

don’t just bow and clap and crack

beer after beer after years

and years and years and

years and years and years and years 

of the same old song, 

dance, and tales, the same story,

same parade, same mattress sales.

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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