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A piece of a poem about war...
Excuse the soldier
Excuse the president
War is in their job descriptions
And they've got families to feed
And they'll have to live a thousand lives of suffering
If their actions are tainted by greed
Excuse the radio-listening family man
He's only paranoid that his seed
Will be swept away in a nuclear tidal wave
His love of the easy life is excusable
It's impossible to say "I don't want to be care free"
And it's difficult to know what care free means
Excuse the commentator who sees the same things
In two different words: "governments" and "countries"
And thru years of reading newspapers
And gazing at soulless maps
Forgot that the people on the other side of the border
Are the same as you and me
Excuse them, but do not excuse yrself
When you see misery manifest itself on TV
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"In the room the women come and go
With Vodka-mixed orange Jello"
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