time to go home

everyone wants to go home

refugees, insurgents, cops, invaders and the invaded

home
forever transformed by the empty spaces of the dead

kids and mothers and fathers become a photograph
on the wall and in a place of pride/a place of pain

kneeling and screaming and pounding my fists on the floor
bothering a neighbor and maybe causing a call to the cops
a burst of protest at my own inability to change much of anything

my feelings are fascists
their way or the highway
ain't no voting on who I love and hate
only opinion that matters is my own

We only realize violence wasn't the only option
afterwards
murderers sitting in our cells
wondering how the hell we could have been so fucking stupid


i started out calling for total war for total peace
they convinced me I was destroying their country
that Iraq would fall apart without our soldiers
that there were Taliban terrorists
ready to rise up with nukes in Afganistan

took my mind into landscape of lies
where I had to close my eyes
to see the truth

send them home
send them all home

we'll talk it over once the guns are put away
and people are no longer afraid to speak their minds



























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