You, oh Army of You
who take us at birth
and make us work for you
You kill all my mothers
take all my brothers
You'll do it in my name no more

Ferron:
It's always the same with war
we hear you coming
as you force the neighbor's door
with your thump thump thumping
and screaming as you take his wife
and drag his children by their hair
and spit on the warm home fire
that you yourself did not make

There's no pattern
though we know we are next
and this you can do
as long as your sword stays a sword
But everything transforms
and we are moving now,
to a place where your metal has no value
where fear has alchemized to knowledge

and where you could not tell the wife,
or daughter or husband or son from any other
even yourself--and see what your anger does now
and if you'll have to kill us all
to see who it is you are not

You oh Army of You
not one puppeted rich boy
the strings of You

Bitch:
I don't want your bombs anymore
I don't want that war
I don't want the bullets in the bullies hands
I don't want what they're for

I don't have tolerance anymore
for your jail called war
sharp-suited
finger-saluted
I don't want what it's for

I'm gonna take government
out of every poem
I don't want to waste my breath
on that machine of death
take them out of my home
out of my bones
off of my phone
too many bones

We are so sick of your war
everything it buys
everything it implies
everything it makes us work for
You’ll do it in my name no more

You oh Army of You
not one puppeted rich boy
the strings of You

You, oh Army of You
who take us at birth
and make us work for you
You kill all my mothers
take all my brothers
You'll do it in my name no more

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