Heroes
Posted: February 28th, 2010 | Author: Moonstar Silverwolf | Filed under: Music, War Crimes | View CommentsWhen I was growing up, I learned about the Vietnam War, not just the historical context of the war, but also the anti-war movement that surrounded it. I wonder, does the absence of the military draft make it easier for President’s to wage war? Because it seems most of the people within this country are so apathetic about what is really going on across the world.
Do you not care that we are spending billions of dollars to destroy people’s lives?
Do you not care that the information that led us into Iraq was a lie?
Do you not care that we are occupying lands, raping women, killing children?
Do you not care that we use U-238 – a radioactive chemical weapon?
Are you ignorant enough to think that you can get your news from your media and they will tell you the truth about the realities of war? The same media that gets fined for showing a nipple during the Superbowl halftime show? Do you really think they feel they can show the reality of war?
During the Vietnam anti-war movement, music played a crucial role in getting people together for the cause. So, here are a series of songs. The first is one about Vietnam. The second is from System of a Down and it discusses Iraq and the third is an interesting take on “Heroes of War” and the message we tell our soldiers, despite the fact that they torture, kill and create havoc on innocent people.
I will not be among the ones who celebrate the return of the solider from war – you deserve no honor, medals or celebration. This is one thing that has definitely changed. Without a draft, we are all apathetic, but the military men & women choose to do what they do – so I do not feel obligated to support their actions. Illegal wars are fought by criminals.
The men who really run this land
And I wonder why they run it
With such a thoughtless hand.
Tell me what are their names,
And on what street do they live?
I’d like to ride right over
This afternoon and give
Them a piece of my mind
About peace for mankind
Peace is not
An awful lot
To ask.
Where all your moneys are earned
Where all your buildings crying
And clueless neckties working
Revolving fake-lawn houses
Housing all your fears
Desensitized by TV
Overbearing advertising
God of consumerism
And all your crooked pictures looking good
Mirrorism, filtering information for the public eye
Designed for profiteering
Your neighbor, what a guy.
BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!
Every time you drop the bomb, you kill the god your child has born-
BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!
Modern globalization
Coupled with condemnations
Unnecessary death
Matador corporations
Puppeting your frustrations with a blinded flag
Manufacturing consent is the name of the game
The bottom line is money
Nobody gives a FUCK
Four thousand hungry children leave us per hour from starvation
While billions are spent on bombs
Creating death showers
BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!
Every time you drop the bomb, you kill the god your child has born-
BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!
Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom!
Why must we kill our own kind?
BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!
Every time you drop the bomb, you kill the god your child has born.
BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!
Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom!
Every time you drop the bomb.
[BOOM!]
Have you see the world?
Well, what would you say
If I said that you could?
Just carry this gun and you’ll even get paid.”
I said, “That sounds pretty good.”
Black leather boots
Spit-shined so bright
They cut off my hair but it looked alright
We marched and we sang
We all became friends
As we learned how to fight
A hero of war
Yeah that’s what I’ll be
And when I come home
They’ll be damn proud of me
I’ll carry this flag
To the grave if I must
Because it’s flag that I love
And a flag that I trust
I kicked in the door
I yelled my commands
The children, they cried
But I got my man
We took him away
A bag over his face
From his family and his friends
They took off his clothes
They pissed in his hands
I told them to stop
But then I joined in
We beat him with guns
And batons not just once
But again and again
A hero of war
Yeah that’s what I’ll be
And when I come home
They’ll be damn proud of me
I’ll carry this flag
To the grave if I must
Because it’s flag that I love
And a flag that I trust
She walked through bullets and haze
I asked her to stop
I begged her to stay
But she pressed on
So I lifted my gun
And I fired away
The shells jumped through the smoke
And into the sand
That the blood now had soaked
She collapsed with a flag in her hand
A flag white as snow
A hero of war
Is that what the see
Just medals and scars
So damn proud of me
And I brought home that flag
Now it gathers dust
But it’s a flag that I love
It’s the only flag I trust
He said, “Son, have you seen the world? Well what would you say, if I said that you could?”
