Turn Back

Turn Back

Oh that I could just turn back the clock
Return to that time so long ago now
For this to be the day once more, when we first met
So many things to say, so many things to do
So much to share…..

To have that truest of friends back
You, who I could always trust and rely on
To have your beautiful face before me once more
Not in the ghost of memory, as now
But in the light of this fine day
To reach out,

Perhaps better if I but forget,

But I can’t…..

Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre January 5th, 2008

Why Again

This year, we still fight, on the sands in the east
Dying and killing, on the Baghdad road
And in the mountains of Abdullah Gan, Afghan children still cry
Dust of our armor, dark evil cloud in their world

We wash our feet, in the waters of the Congo
While millions are slaughtered like meat
And preach that only we know, what is right and is true
And if you don’t believe, our armies will teach

We are the barbarians, manslaughter for greed
A disease spreading across the whole globe
Leaving nothing behind, but blanched skulls and bones
Making sure the oil continues to flow

We’ve allowed a new emperor, gave him total control
He bends minds with a religious beacon of fire
And the fire ever burns, as he drags out new fuel
For to this war, there seems to be no end

In the battlefield created, our men grapple and die
Believing not else but what told
They must hold to that belief, no matter how wrong
For there is no other way to survive

And while widows and orphans, utter woeful sad cries
Ravens and kites rejoice at the feast
Pecking at human entrails, gorging on the waste
All the bounty we provide in disgrace

A sad state of affairs, ego driven and brash
To be carried on through futures yet foreseen
They hang trophies for display, crossed branches of dead trees
So our men will have something for to fight

And the dead and the dying, a smear in the desert
Grand generals accomplishing not
And continue they will, escalation and storm
Fighting a war that is all based on naught

Oh, nefarious war! Would that I could cast you aside
And drape the world in peace once more……

Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre December 27th, 2007

Long Struggle

Hope, do I dare
Need someone to hold to
Again the pain rolls and tears
This never-ending struggle to live

To survive, got to ride it
Wave after wave of this agony
As it tries to beat me down
Take what little strength I contain
Take over what life I have left

Wave after wave, got to ride it again
Survive it and keep struggling on
And though misery is my norm
I must hold to form
Have to hide it, I can’t let you see

So wearing my mask
Smile painted on my face
I move as though nothing is wrong
But I see in your eyes, despite my best effort
The truth is that somehow you know

Another day is starting……..

Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre January 1st, 2008