Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Shame


I saw it when the war began
In the days of shock and awe
All wrapped up in Old Glory
In a way that rubbed me raw
In the gleaming eyes of dogs of war
Who live just for the fight
They profit from the loss of lives
And somehow sleep at night

It’s the darkest side of mankind
Spawned from the devil’s seed
Nurtured by a thirst for blood
And never-ending greed
They don’t care who wins or loses
They just live to play the game
Counting money with the corpses
It’s a crying fucking shame

I saw it in New Orleans
When the winds and rain came in
An indifference to others
Our leaders’ mortal sin
You better not be black or poor
Or man, you’re on your own
There’s a reaper’s harvest coming
For the seeds of shame we’ve sown

It’s the darkest side of mankind
Spawned from the devil’s seed
Nurtured by a thirst for blood
And never-ending greed
They don’t care who wins or loses
They just live to play the game
Counting money with the corpses
It’s a crying fucking shame

I see it on the Gaza strip
In the land where Jesus trod
Mothers and their children dying
In the name of God
Who are God’s chosen people
And what would Jesus do
If he saw the pain and suffering
This nightmare coming true

It’s the darkest side of mankind
Spawned from the devil’s seed
Nurtured by a thirst for blood
And never-ending greed
They don’t care who wins or loses
They just live to play the game
Counting money with the corpses
It’s a crying fucking shame

I see in the bigotry
That lives in my home state
They hide behind a battle cry
Of heritage not hate
But the stars and bars still fly
Here in the place that I call home
And they’re selling in the market
Where the ghosts of slaves still roam

It’s the darkest side of mankind
Spawned from the devil’s seed
Nurtured by a thirst for blood
And never-ending greed
They don’t care who wins or loses
They just live to play the game
Counting money with the corpses
It’s a crying fucking shame

7 comments:

  1. This one was inspired by my youngest son's reaction to an actual ad for a young slave at the Old Slave Market in my hometown of Charleston, SC. He just stood there weeping.

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  2. Amazing. How old was your son when that happened?

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  3. So sad that such a tragedy ever happened and that man still practices such atrocities upon his fellow man. Powerfully spoken Charles.

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  4. Thank you. I think you know how much that means to me.

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  5. He was fifteen. He has Asberger Syndrome. He is a beautiful spirit.

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  6. Your words have such beauty and eloquence. They really touch your soul. Thank you for sharing!

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