can we ever really truly understand war
until we can put our fingers through the bullet holes,
smell the gunpowder,
and be devoured by the history of misery? it gets to me
thinking ‘bout ‘84, wondering,
if these troops got families of their own
don’t they realize the pain they’re causing?
what I’m fearing is a lot, man
its sad that they’re lost, even worse if they’re forgotten
bodies rotten, bulldozed, set ablaze
said they came to fight the terror, but its all a masquerade
blast away the buildings,
shoot the women and the children, drag us by our hair,
but don’t dare think we’ll disappear
we gon’ pick up the pieces ‘cause
history teaches that
freedom only exists when we can share in it
- Humble the Poet, (excerpts from) “Singh With Me”
