Conscripting the Dead
Saturday Night, 12 November 2016
They’ve drafted now his hymn of innocence
Into their revolution against the poor
To sing in praise of dreamers they despise
To canonize the poverty of the rich
They weaponize the poetry of love
And drive sweet words into cold camps of hate
There to be regimented and uniformed
And beaten into a tribute unwilling
His alleluia is not their war song
It cannot be; it is his hymn of hope
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 8:59 PM UTC
Conscripting the Dead
Saturday Night, 12 November 2016
They’ve drafted now his hymn of innocence
Into their revolution against the poor
To sing in praise of dreamers they despise
To canonize the poverty of the rich
They weaponize the poetry of love
And drive sweet words into cold camps of hate
There to be regimented and uniformed
And beaten into a tribute unwilling
His alleluia is not their war song
It cannot be; it is his hymn of hope