I know all about war!
I learned from picture books and TV
It’s adults standing resolute
Undaunted against the enemy.
My daddy went to war!
He learned to shoot a gun
Came back in a shiny hearse
and said we won, we won.
Gee, Ma, a drink machine!
Can I have my pick?
I’d like to pretend it’s whiskey
The kind real soldiers drink.
Daddy din’t drink whiskey, you say?
Then I’ll pretend it’s beer
And just like Daddy used to do
I’ll drink away my fear.
Ma, I’m a grown soldier now
Grand things are in store for me!
Just you wait, no one lays a hand
on My Country ’Tis of Thee.
Hey, Ma, I haven’t washed in weeks
The water by my cot keeps freezin’
I keep meaning to read that bulletproof Bible
but some days I kinda stop believin’.
But the belief comes back eventually:
Rest easy, Ma, I just take some prozac
for some borrowed brass, y’know? It’s
alright—say, did Alice marry that poor sap?
Sorry Ma, I haven’t written you for a while
I’ve been busy reading this new pamphlet
It’s called “Why We Fight”. Sometimes I read and think
If fighting’s so grand, why does nothing go as planned?
The sky’s about to explode, Ma,
It’s holding so much bullets
Nothing went as planned, Ma, I’m so sorry
I’m so sorry
Is this how Daddy—