Men being men, women being women
It’s something we’ve all forgotten how to do
I’m not talking about who you love, who you screw
I’m talking about just being you
Mommy always told us
Daddy always showed us
Now we’re holding signs that demand
Mr. President please hold our hand.
Well the President’s got other things to occupy his mind
People starving, people dying—people who were just trying
Soldiers bombing in the night
Killing children, causing fright
As we step over the bodies, hands held out
Mouths filled with nothing but shout.
We all went to school
But we’ve forgotten how to think
Carrying awards for last place
We’ve forgotten how to race
We can chant and we can cry
We learned that at knee high.
Dad broke his back
So you could be some coffee-shop-writing-hack
And mom worked so hard
So I could carry this card—
“Woe is me, Woe is me. Always the duck in this game of geese.”
Take that poetry degree
Light a match, set it on fire
Paper has no power to inspire
The pen may be mightier than the sword
But action divorces direction if it’s lost in a hoard.