Thursday, November 11, 2004

I had to put this up today.
It's November the eleventh.
This song has been going through my head for a long, long time now...

Redemption Day. by Sheryl Crow.

I've wept for those who suffer long
But how I weep for those who've gone
Into rooms of grief and questioned wrong
But keep on killing

It's in the soul to feel such things
But weak to watch without speaking
Oh what mercy sadness brings
If God be willing

There is a train that's heading straight
To heaven's gate, to heaven's gate
And on the way, child and man,
And woman wait, watch and wait
For redemption day

Fire rages in the streets
And swallows everything it meets
It's just an image often seen
On television...
Come leaders, come you men of great
Let us hear you pontificate
Your many virtues laid to waste
And we aren't listening...

What do you have for us today?
Throw us a bone but save the plate
On why we waited til so late
Was there no oil to excavate?
No riches in trade for the fate?
Of every person who died in hate
Throw us a bone, you men of great.

There is a train that's heading straight
To heaven's gate, to heaven's gate
And on the way, child and man,
And woman wait, watch and wait
For redemption day

It's buried in the countryside
It's exploding in the shells at night
It's everywhere a baby cries

Freedom.
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I've worn my poppy and lit my candle.
I get the feeling I should be doing a lot more too...

PS, Sheryl, if you read this, please don't hit me for royalties!
I just feel it summed up so much that should be considered, and I can't write the way you do.

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PPS, 04:47 hours. Been thinking way too much 'n' getting maudlin again, so I thought I'd put this up too...

Did you see the frightened ones?
Did you hear the falling bombs?
The flames are all long gone,
but the pain lingers on...