MADD 1986 TUNES #46

AT THE BATTLEFIELD

Stalwart Samurais
living on silent prayers
undaunted in face of death.

Dosed by arrow’s spray
intermeshed Samurais fight
past midnight and twilight hours.

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WALKING INTO TOMORROW

Mama I know you are sad…

Cleanse me in cool waters, and not in ripples of blood
Swaddle me with love and understanding,
don’t drape me under a tattered cloth,
piled up for the dead

T’morrow all the birds will sing,
flying through the billow of clouds.

Talk to me about magnificent hawks and majestic eagles
don’t fill my young eyes with swarming vultures
pulling flesh from the fallen dead.

T’morrow bucks will charge the does wildly through the brush.

Smile at me with joy, when the sun is shining down.
Coo at me with laughter in your voice, delight in your heart
and not from a written letter found in your belongings.

T’morrow the sun will shine,
and bees will dance in bountiful fields of flowers.

Mama, I know you are sad,
but remember that tomorrow
will be better. Guns and bullets will disappear
and deafening bombs will vanish.

T’morrow, infinite rolling hills will sway,
an illusion of thick and lush greenery.

There will be no more intolerance.
No more Black or White,
Red or Brown, or shades of Grey.

Mama, press me against your heart,
and we will walk together into a new and peaceful world
…one step at a time.