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