Monday, November 11, 2013

If We Would Remember

Country song on radio playin'
" Freedom isn't free and it's war that keeps on payin'! "

Da fuq is the machine sayin?
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We remember the fallen and forget why they fell
American eyes mesmerized by the red and white of the body blue as it lies
with 21 guns pointin' to the skies
Firin' drowning a mother's cries
The tears well and our ego swells
to 21 guns and a funeral bell

Honor the vets and forget why they went
Don't question the war or what it was for
Just call it freedom's check for the rent
Nevermind the blood bein' spent
All vets go to Heaven, don't forget

Get 'em while they're young
and they'll attract to ya
Sights and sounds comin' atchya'
Promises and propaganda
Enthrallin' the young hearin' that duty callin'
"Get the training for the slayin' and maimin'
to rise above your generation!
You'll be home once the war ain't ragin',
just sign the line on the page....
 'n' there'll be no escapin' "

From Gulf to Gulf we've been at it again and again
Spirits of the fallen forgotten still hauntin' 
Nailin' Saddam's coffin, Chasin' the ghosts of Tonkin
Ya see the web of lies we're caught in?
Engulfed in the flames of the past
that never quit ragin'
Change the names of the cast,
there's always an enemy to be engagin'

Winnin' freedom from wars we didn't win
Rewind and play it again
Keep the sheep enlistin' just change the mission
Buy that youthful ambition with omission
and keep the gears spinnin' 
"We're America, We're made for winnin'!"

20 vets a day choosin' to end the pain their own way
Not fallen, but forgotten by empty promises
and training that didn't translate to the offices
Often left on the corner with needs they can't meet
The tragedy comin' complete
with over seas defeat
and suicide over livin' on the street

On and on it drags, as we ready the next attack
Brother's and sons buried one by one,
each with his story to tell
Jungles and deserts, the sights and smells
All turned to a mortal's portal to Hell
This Veteran's day, ignore the source
of the flag wrapped body bags
Just salute and ring the bell
Remember the fallen,
Forget why they fell



Friday, November 8, 2013

Privacy Catastrophe for All the World to See!

Stretching my legs after a short break! Thanks for reading!

Livin' by a policy of self assurance insurance
Day after day its rationalized reassurance

"What I made is mine!"

Pathetic and blundering is another way to term it
Your rants confirm it, as I watch ya flip, flop, and pivot
What an effort you give it!
Swallowing the blue one to relieve the pressure of reality
bearin' down on your fantasy
Just close your eyes and your mind
Keep livin' deaf, dumb, and blind

It's just fine that you're the best at what you do
but sometime you gotta stop and think of those you're doing it to
The choices you make might take years to unfold
And by then you'll be grey, wrinkled, fat, and old
While those who's story ya told have to deal in a world just as real
with a future where their past was published and sold

What ya do will never be right
When ya violating individual rights
no matter how much ya rant, argue, and fight
But I've got this creepin' feelin' that
your receiver ain't detectin' the message I'm sendin'
But if ya catch its echo in ya reflection
little introspection is my suggestion to you
But the signals in these syllables ain't goin' through
'cause you're totally the best at what you do
How could someone have insight clearer than you?

Hell unleashed, hell breaking loose
The resonance of dissonance
ringing in ya mind,  enamel gears on the grind
as ya read these words and find
The fantasy you're livin' is on the line
As ya keep runnin' from passin' time

Talking about responsibility, just look how "grown up" you seem
Then assuming none for the consequences yet to be seen
Remember pictures from before you were a teen?
How you'd scream when your mom would show someone
that picture from your first Halloween?
But here ya are, never thinking about the damage done to the young
with actions that can't be undone
'cause your 24/7 priority is actually #1

Digital affection and attention are the fix
The high comes quick but it never sticks
The feelings fade as ya spin the disk
Blundering comments and revealing pics
Day in day out never stoppin' to think
"Who might see that? Who might read this?"
Or answering to "Where was your daughter last seen?"
In the aftermath of an abductor's scheme

You gotta wake from your dream
But instead ya attempt to defend
But in the end ya remain ever aged
wishing to bathe in ya faded fame
Treating you and yours like one and the same
All in the name of fleeting affection,
love and attention in the digital age
Failing to perceive the building collection of parental misdirection
line after line, page after page all open to public inspection
You'll deserve all you receieve, all the disgust and inattention
when you learn the meaning of adolescent rage and teenage rejection