Teach us something
If you don’t we’ll not know
That this war never ends
That we will be breathing the eternal war of our forbearers
We’ll not know that we exist in the bomb-tripped retaliation
Of hostilities not taught in history books or churches
Not discussed at town hall meetings or in our homes
A history that will be neighbor to our children’s duration
Whose marrow will be dust settling upon their bitter air
Of which their children breathe and envelop its despair
How much more will it take for us to tell the truth,
To teach the truth, to sing the truth, to change our “truth”
We are a rigid-plated contraption
Our engine’s dry of a useful knowledge
We are bred as a warring machine
The blades of our rhetoric based on lies
Bullets in our history stamped “friendly fire”
Arias of aggression harmonized to a drunken two-step
Our feet at birth tap out its refrain
Our hands move in trigger-pull simulation
Minds filled with jingoisms
And fast food and television
And our trees are cut down
To reveal a conjured bogeyman
Teach us something
If you don’t we’ll not know
That this age had a beautiful march for freedom
That our treachery was not the status quo
That the Iraqi people were not monsters
We’ll not know
That the men and women wearing the uniform
Were conned by an amoral group of ruffians
Teach us raw fact
Dismantle our hardened armor
Oil our dry engines with veracity
Let us breed not war
Let us breed peace
Teach us that
Copyright © 2006 mrp
Thank you BlueGal
