an imagined generational discussion of war
What have you got left to give?
Can’t hear you when you’re screaming.
Stop whining about your past in lights.
Is it as it was, or seeming?
You’ve got no friends at this memorial.
We don’t give a damn about you.
All those things are said and done.
We want to know what you’re going to do.
All those friends we lost over there.
To think they were fighting to save you?
The same as friends lost everywhere.
We wonder why not you, too?
We’re not so different in this world of ours.
We got bleeding wounds, too.
Maybe if we thought about this sooner.
Maybe there would be no you.
The guys and gals who got up and went.
Those that stayed behind to vent.
We all lost so much in the ungodly battles.
We lost the war, the innocence.