My father told me Son, it`s futile to resist. You can topple
the ideology but
not the armies they enlist. I questioned the intentions of the boy scouts
shouting WAR!!
Well that`s the sound of freedom, son. he said (free to say no more)...
But wait a minute, dad, did you actually say freedom? Well,
if you`re dumb
enough to vote, you`re fucking dumb enough to believe him. Because is this
country is so goddamn free, then I can burn your fuking flag
wher ever I damn
well please.
I carried their anthem, convinced it was mine. Rhymeless, unreasoned
conject-
urw kept me in line. But then I stood back and wondered what
the fuck they had
done to me. Made accomplice to all that I`d promised I would never be.
You carry their anthem, convinced that it`s yours. Initiation to honour.
Invitation to war.
Bette Midler now assumes sainthood. Romaticize murder for morale.
Tie a yellow
ribbon `round the old oak tree and, Gee, Wally, that`s swell!
FUCK THE TROOPS