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Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Better than him ... they explain

Last week I went to the VA hospitial for my annual. The place creeps me out but I go because it is a reminder of why War is Not the Answer. It always stimulates me to write and yesterday was no exception. One example that came to me as remember the Bob Dylan lines perverted,

You're better than him
You were born
(or was it white skin, I can't tell the differnce anymore)
they explain

A Granary Full Empty

I didn’t see his Cadillac
Didn’t have to
The smug grille was stamped in his eyes
The massive doors covered his ears
He sat on his chair like Captain DeVille
I wondered why he didn’t speak
But to us he had nothing to say

Two diamond rings
One on the left and one on the right
A five hundred dollar cowboy hat on his head
and Black boots that a Baptist preacher would wear
I wondered why he didn’t speak
But to us he had nothing to say

His mother was getting free care at the VA
Her hair was a signalman’s tangle
Her escort was broken and gray

But to us he had nothing to say
Because each of us in our own little way
Had already paid for
What his money could not buy him


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