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I Am Not Yours

Contributed by gee on Wednesday, 3rd December 2003 @ 04:38:27 PM in AEST
Topic: war

I am not here to complain or scream
insults in your face
I have heard it all before, I know you lie
You have always lied, It's your nature to lie
You're a politician, nothing changes.
I am a product of your creation
disillusioned
disappointed
despairing

I am not here to gain favour
or beg forgiveness for my sins
Who are you to judge me? Can anyone?
Who has that right?
What example do YOU set?
Cast the first stone if you will (but)
Remember, your house is made of glass
I am a product of your creation
self-righteous
self-centred
self-indulgent

I am not here to fight your battle
to drop your bombs on dark-eyed children
I have learned of war, have seen the dead
and know from where comes the orders
Where would you be in all your braided glory
if you carried the pack and faced the foe
I am a product of your creation
cold
calculated
callous

You lead them down the garden path
hand in hand as children on a school excursion
You feed them milk of knowledge
as new babes wrapped in folded arms
You mold and shape our children in our absence
while we scrape for food of existence
You build your mighty empires
by the sweat and toil of the working man
You create the face of revolution
from broken hearts
vacant minds
and idle hands

Copyright © gee ... [ 2003-12-03 16:38:27]
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