Death Was the Secret Dope Was the Surprize
DEATH WAS THE SECRET AND DOPE WAS THE PRIZE
We had so much back then to apologize for
A thousand things, perhaps even more
There was the broken, the smashed and much of the cracked
We did a lot of damage and that’s a fact
Most stood transfixed on the destruction being done
But they were just bystanders blinded by the sun
And when their eyes were no longer shut what did they see?
They saw collateral damage and people like me
As Hansel and Gretel we followed the path of tears
Because for years it’s that kind of regret that adheres
One doesn’t simply say dry your eyes and it’s over
That would be akin to a weed turning into a clover
Yes, those years were a backdrop on a primordial stage
A play written, directed, and produced by the universe and its rage
There came a time when our arms betrayed who and what we’d all become
An eighth of the United States of America were walking around numb
Then some prestidigitator president and his specious spouse opened her big mouth
When they realized the problem had spread from both east to west and north to south
Give the kids a slogan about “saying no” and they’ll follow all the rules
See, that’s what happens when you hand this country over to fools
We’d held demonstrations about racism and were maddened by war
And with battle comes death while we were all keeping score
Yes, we had a lot of things back then to apologize for
But I’m telling you, your corrupt government had a lot more
© 2011.….Phreepoetry
Copyright © Jeffry Cohan | Year Posted 2011
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