Somewhere in America a pundit speaks, a news story repeats and a mothers heart ceases to beat.
She is frozen in fear
Fear for herself, fear for her children, fear for her future
In fear of a man
Somewhere in the world a solider bleeds
The IED has severed him at the knee
Medic!, medic! A child with a gun screams “it’s gonna be alright come on man just stay with me.”
He didn’t hear the explosions and can’t feel a thing
He is in shock and heaven is closer than he’s ever dared to dream
And at 19 years of age this child feels himself becoming a plaque on a wall and a memory
Somewhere in America a politician speaks
Talking points in hand He beats his drum playing the strings of a panicked constituency
Strumming on the emotions of the fearful, manipulating the minds of the weak inciting an entire people to act before they think
We must strike now he says, failure to do so will costs lives he says
Fight them there so they don’t come here he says
Think of your children he says
This as the government offers up more of them for sacrifice
Somewhere within the walls of an American home a father arms himself and fortifies his home, the tv is on
They are coming! He says with all of the righteous conviction of a man worthy of casting the first stone.
The terrorists are coming! They are coming I say. They hate our freedom, they hate our God, they hate our country and they hate our way he says.
He builds a fortress behind the walls of which he barricades himself and his family
And then behind prison walls he declares that they’ll never take his freedom.
Somewhere in the world a father holds his dying son. Until this day the strangers to his land we’re but a nuisance, maybe even welcome… at first. He didn’t like the devils the invaders came to kill anyway; Good for them he says. But the bloodshed is too much, too many innocent lives lost and for what? On this day a father holds his dying son, his wife, entombed in the rubble with his daughter, friends and cousins. Today was supposed to be a glorious day. Today was his daughters wedding day but now somewhere in the word a father holds his dying son, a family is torn and somewhere in the world vengeance is sworn.
Somewhere in America the footage is seen, of a man and his kin attending to the dying and deceased
Curses of America and incoherent wails, pain written on their faces, their hearts bleed out, coffins sealed by U.S. nails and American steel
A tragic accident we’re told
We gotta do what we gotta do we’re told
To protect me, to protect you we’re told
The same line used by the same powerful guys over an eternity of lifetimes and yet it never gets old
Somewhere a politician speaks on a deadly case of mistaken identity -the message-opps, our bad.
Somewhere in the world a man’s hatred boils over. All of his grief and all of his pain, all of his anger and all of his rage are channeled into this one thing; one last great deed. But, not before he teaches another to turn a stranger into his enemy.
Somewhere in the world where the cameras, country singers and glory is out of view a life is snuffed out with a flash and a boom
Somewhere in America a plane lands. The cargo aboard is supposedly the most precious of all; Tin cans draped in American flags
Somewhere in America a family grieves
Somewhere in America a hero enlists
Somewhere in TV land another insists…that his blood and his life is absolutely necessary
Somewhere in the world an enemy is made
Somewhere in the world an army is raised and another, prepares to invade
Somewhere in the world tensions run high and rivers… they run red
Somewhere in the world leaflets fall, televisions tell all, each side rallying behind their cause separate in belief but united in ignorance having learned nothing at all
Somewhere in the world the gears turn and it all begins again