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Marching To The Border

Jim Hinde
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from "Shout Down the Wind
Songs of Peace, Protest, and Patriotism" (2004)
I’m marching to the border.
I don’t give a damn about your New World Order.
I ain’t gonna fight your dirty little war no more.
When I was younger, so much dumber,
I bid farewell to my hometown, my mother and my father,
And marched off to fight your dirty little war over there.
We killed their fathers. We killed their brothers.
We made whores of their widows, sisters, and daughters.
My soul was breached by your dirty little war over there.
Now I’m older, so much bolder.
I’ve got an interesting life, a wife, a son and daughter,
And PTS Disorder from your dirty little war over there.
When you want fodder for your slaughter
Keep your meat hooks far away from my son and daughter.
They were raised not to fight your dirty little war over there.
You may hurt me. You may hit me.
Lord knows some day you may just have to up and kill me,
But I ain’t gonna fight your dirty little war over there.
Because I’m marching to the border,
Like the Pied Piper leading your sons and daughters,
So you can’t make them fight your dirty little war over there.

2005/9/11 - 00:42



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