Melodies

Foreword: One morning I woke up from a dream in which a village was torn up by a war. There was a poem, and I wrote down the last two lines. Then I got drunk and made this.

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Within the night they raged about

They tore our houses, tore our trees

Not with a whisper, but a shout

They tore our minds with melodies

They made us hear a truth-belief

Arranged into a soothing song

For some of us it would set free

Something inside them all along

"The ones who listen, those that don't

together anymore they won't"

Within a day our loving homes

Had shed their peaceful semblances

The Right was fighting for its place

Among the vast Uncertainties

Taking children from their fathers

And husbands from their pregnant wives

Friendship, kinship, nothing mattered

When Truth was set against the Lies

The war was spreading with the fire

Robbed from the thinking classes

All the paths were soft to follow

For the falling, warming ashes

"The ones that follow will not burn"

Said the side who'd lost the wood

When all else was finally burned

Those words became The Truth

I'm hailing to our mighty flags

I'm cheering for the righteous bomb 

All the while I see the sorrow,

And how the sky will rain my mom