Cannon Fodder A.K.A Beloved Daughter
NeNe, I've never spelled her name before, had no need
Easy, that was her deceased son's nickname
Blown away on the
Like autumn leaves falling from the trees casually
But in the dirge of death the community's spirit overflows
Mourner's packed the church house for the funeral
Some in suits and some in tatters, it's the heart that
matters
Jessica, nice young lady, singing the soulful street
serenade of sorrow
No education, no experience, no relative to lay down
nepotism
Economic think tanks serve the lustful desire of the Federal
Reserve
Calculating to four decimal points how to maximize potential
profit
And if the numbers rising on the sheets equates death upon
the streets
Well it's somebody else's child irregardless, not their mess
So NeNe wept when Jessica enlisted, it's her way out she
insisted
The crazed maze is carefully crafted by master psychologists
Slavery is packaged in a pretty green uniform under an
American flag
You'll be serving your country, become part of a grand
family
Just hope you don't get raped, physically, mentally,
spiritually
Robots make efficient killers, we haven't mastered MK Ultra
just yet
So Irving Berlin's 'God Bless
Let it be known that nothing is of yet written in stone
For Jessica at the moment is both alive and well
As we journey collectively on our space ship Mother Earth
Wars wage, in every age, the planet's spinning and we keep
sinning
A war on terror is the bold declaration of a total farce,
unless you look in a mirror
Where more of our soldiers commit suicide by far then die in
combat
And we pray for Jessica with all of our might
She is amidst enemy territory unaware of the peril infesting
her soul
Please Lord, don't let our beloved child die in some useless
war
The prayer echoes in Chinese, and Russian, and Arabic and
Hebrew and...
For these words are not a sonnet of surrender
Rather a battle cry for forevermore, a war on war
When statisticians coldly calculate the predicted rate of
slaughter
Do not see cannon fodder rather know it is Jessica our
beloved daughter
I don't want to see NeNe cry at a funeral no more
