Carrying with me a
halfhearted smile for the
braver men than I.
The men holding tightly
to past perceptions,
live or die.
Suppose I whispered to 'em
what I've heard through
the metaphorical grapevines.
Suppose I lent a hand.
Would they take it as an opposition,
a criticism perhaps?
Carrying with me the burden of
a thousand dark secrets
and I can't even talk about it.
In the midst of a patriotic funeral.
In the midst of a best friend itching to climb
the first military branch he can find.
To join forces with the Yes Sir, No Sir mentality.
To ride shotgun with the
Everything You Tell Me is True assumption.
So what kinda inconsiderate bastard
does that make me to QUESTION it?
What exactly are we doing
when we label justifications
to the lapels of the handmade uniforms,
"I will fight for YOUR nation
with a willingness to lay down my life
for a higher cause."
Yeah, freedom isn't free,
but it for sure ain't what it used to be...
Before technology wrapped
it's all encompassing fingers
around society, indeed the tables were turned.
If hostile takeover was your ultimate goal
you didn't need hundreds of thousands of men
fighting for you with heart and soul.
With blades shining, horses galloping,
and sieges laying waste to the villages.
Because of our Lightning Bolt Communication,
and our undying trust for the Order of Things.
Because of our Technological Overkill,
and our eagerness to unravel
the Tapestries of Our Existence.
Because we climbed too damn far this time,
unaware and uncaring of what was Left Behind.
Yeah, you don't need massive armies for your hostile takeover.
Just a few precious people in key positions,
commanding the grunts below you,
with a single pinpointed destiny to DESTROY!
"Yes sir, no sir! We fight for the Good of Humanity, sir!"
But what in the world do I know?
Lacking field experience,
bathing in the never-ending shower
I still carry with me that halfhearted smile;
that relentless indifference for the men
living and dying for the sake of me.
For those that fight for a time way back when
that no longer exists.
I still meander through the metaphorical grapevines,
both craving and hating at what I might find.
Cause I know most won't comprehend it.
I'll be the Judge, the Critic and the Enemy.
I won't dare express such hopeless negativity.
I'll carry with me the burden
of a thousand dark secrets... cause no one is ready
to accept Truth's hand.
I'll keep it to myself and no one else because everyone knows....