What is this thing this thing we call war? What do we make of it, what is it for? Can we form an opinion? can we find solid ground? can we beat the same drum? and sound the same sound. Does war enter our thoughts while we're alone by ourselves? Do we think,analyse? or leave it up on the shelf- Waiting to fall, to fall on our heads as we lie, safe and warm asleep in our beds. Wake up! will you please my friends in this room. This needn't be a tale of sadness and gloom. But of power and freedom opinion and right of intelligent interpretation not political shite. We've all come together through a common theme. We love living life and we love being being. So is it just me am I going mad? But this war with Iraq does it feel really bad? To you, and you To you and you. We know whats going down and we've checked out this coup. And lets face it, whether we're hypocritical christians, fanatical muslims, peace loving krauts or arraogant yids whatever we do we leave to our kids And I want my son to think his dads sound a fool to no-one and prepared to stand ground For not just what he believes in, but what he feels to be right.... Could they ever be wrong? Will we always sit tight? As it falls out of sight in a political blur to appear later on as a wrong bloody war. So come know my friends and lets make a pact. For the sake of our future lets agree that we'll act. Not as courageous martyrs who leave but their souls but as a movement of people pursuing like-minded goals. To be shared amongst all not bartered or sold Lets do it ok coz soon we'll be old. And what could be worse when we're waiting for death to say to ourselves 'If only- If?' Damian McCarthy Sept 2002.
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