If the war is all you have
It was typical Wednesday business
down at the triage tent
they bled me ‘til I was stupid
then I ran for president
but I ended up a shepard
to a restless ewe and calf,
just another familiar dead end
if the war is all you have.
It was out there on the outskirts
of this hateful little town
they would roll the dice to decide
if I was a devil or a clown,
they’d ask me loaded questions,
I replied in the speech of bone
just another language picked up
if the war is all you’ve known.
I was the Pope of urban legends
more Vati-can’t than
all my enemies fit in one mirror
and when they said “stand still”, I ran
now all the guilty mascots
are driven off in a Mercedes-Benz
just driving on forever
if the war will have no end.
Brian Moreau
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