The War of Fears

The war of fears lasted forever,

Under different names, different decades,

Different generations, different enemies, different presidents,

Different strategies, different technology.

But it was the same war, it is the same war

Remembering over seventy years ago

We were hiding under school desks,

Building underground shelters,

Hating communists, hating immigrants

Though we had no idea who or what they were,

They were out to get us, they wanted what we didn't have

But thought we could dream it, make it real if we didnt habe them

Breathing down our necks

They had no faces, like zombies they were always coming,

Then the war spilled from our homes and tv sets over to east asia, middle east, far east, near 

East and eden east.

All i saw then was myself fighting myself,

As one who sees the self, 

Couldn't see others other than myself.

but others saw others and apparently could kill them as others

Could kill them without killing themselves,

As others who kill others see themselves as

My enemy, the same as me, but also like me, who they could not kill,

Same form, same chemistry, same made in gods image,

And yet they kill each other, little by little

In their spirit and soul,

Their wounds and deaths,

Like all wounds and death, forever together forever

In the same heaven, same hell, same prism cell

No one has ever seen, in a victory no one ever feels,

On battlefields far, far from home 

Where no one ever wants to be,

Now there aren't any real communists, if there ever was,

like there was never a santa claus, toothfairy, nor gods favorite national spelling bee

There are only capitalists, which there were always here,

Grown men of every star and stripe but with only one power-money- throwing out all the lies, 

Making sure we never come from beneath the desks and shelter 

they built from our fears.

Softly, whisper

It's not worth it, 

Our entire lives watching them fight

Just stop it,

Stop

S t o p   i t! 


The war of fears lasted forever,

Under different names, different decades,

Different generations, different enemies, different presidents,

Different strategies, different technology.

But it was the same war, it is the same war

Remembering over seventy years 

We were hiding under school desks,

Building underground shelters,

Hating communists, hating immigrants

Though we had no idea who or what they were,

They were out to get us, they wanted what we didn't have

But thought we could dream it, make it real IF we didn't have them

Always breathing down our necks

They had no faces, like zombies they were always coming for us,

Behind our backs, dirty commie rats,

Then the war spilled from our homes and tv sets over to east asia, middle east, far east, near 

East and eden east.

All i saw then was myself fighting myself,

As one who sees his self, lost in a fog of other selves and selfish dreams

Couldn't see others other than myself.

But others saw others and apparently could kill them as others

Could kill them without killing themselves,

As others who kill others see themselves as

My enemy, the same as me, but also like me, who they could not kill,

Same form, same chemistry, same made in gods image,

And yet they kill each other, little by little

In their spirit and soul,

Their wounds and deaths,

As all wounds and death, forever together forever

In the same heaven, same hell, same cracked prism cell

No one has ever seen, in a victory no one ever feels,

On battlefields far, far from home 

Where no one ever wants to be,

Now there aren't any real communists, if there ever was,

Like there was never a santa claus, toothfairy, nor gods one favorite national history,

There are only capitalists, which there were always here,

Grown men of every star and stripe, with only one power-money- throwing out all the lies, 

Making sure we never come from beneath the desks and shelter from our fears.

Softly, we whisper

It's not worth it, 

Our entire lives watching the fight, we win, we lose  

the same for them as for us, the living roll in, the dead roll out,

These nations we fall for, like lovers, head over heels,

Like lemmings marching to the sea.

Just stop it,

Stop

S t o p   i t! 


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