A (hopefully) soon-to-be-recorded folk song…
When will the war be over, Daddy?
When are you coming home?
Why do you have to be so far away?
When will all those Bad Men be gone?
Oh, sweetheart, the wars will never be over
Till there’s no more wealth to steal,
Till there’s not one child in any land
Who doesn’t bow
To our ideals.
While war makes more money than peace ever could,
We’ll bloody the furthest field.
So, my petal, Daddy will never come home
Until the true Bad Men
Oh, father, why can’t those bad men be found?
Someone must know where they are!
I’m sure my brave daddy can track them down
Be they ever so near or so far!
Oh, my love, hell surrounds me right now,
But I’ve found few Bad Men here.
Just fathers and brothers defending their homes
And those they hold
So, hear me, my child, and listen well:
Those who sent me here to die
Dwell in ivory towers, far, far away
From the bullets
And burning skies.
So, darlin’ don’t you fall for the lies,
I know you’ll be strong for me.
Those making this earth a hell for us
Are closer to you…
Than to me.