For Dylan, "With God on our side"

Being what you might have been
 
Oh these words from the heart are a force to become
And I can't but speak them my friend,
For I too am going in this story I tell
As my country prevails to the end.

And we've pleaded before, our voices have raised
In the comfort of privilege and passion.
The goods of the world are laid at our door
But our hearts have fallen from fashion.
 

How sadly a sight in these ruins of our making
our youth on lines of this war
where natives are armed and children forsaken
Each God on its side keeping score.

And we've pleaded before, our voices have raised
In the comfort of privilege and passion
The goods of the world are laid at our door
But our hearts have fallen from fashion.
 

Ah, but the banners will wave at the victory earned
With speeches and praise for the fallen,
Where Senators stride and the lobbyists confide
How their profits are earned just by calling.

And we've pleaded before, our voices have raised
In the comfort of privilege and passion
The goods of the world are laid at our door
But our hearts have fallen from fashion.
 

Each pledge we've recited, raised flag of our honor,
History always before coming after;
In death we abide with all that we hide
but will prayers rise above all its laughter?

And we've pleaded before, our voices have raised
In the comfort of privilege and passion
The goods of the world are laid at our door
But our hearts have fallen from fashion.
 

lloyd marbet, 11/13/01