Prosession

Baby steps and tired shoulders,
the procession through the crowd.

Voices meshing into sorrow,
as a mother cries aloud.

For just one more routine moment,
she would gladly take his place.

Dust to dust, and ash to ashes,
as her tears fall on his face.

Just because you cannot see it,
doesn’t mean that it aint there.
Just because he aint your son,
are you not supposed to care?

Do you believe that life is precious,
that children should be spared?

If it conflicts’ with your interest,
would you give up all your share?

Did you bring your kids up forthright?

Did you teach them not to lie?

Could you think of one good reason
That you’d send them off to die?

Stretch out your arms,
reach out your hands,
together we'll all stand.
Arm and Arm,
and hand in hand,
from coast to coast,
across this land.

If it grants just one more future
could you sacrifice a dream?

Like the ones who’ve thrown themselves
in the cogs of this war machine?

Just because you cannot see it,
doesn’t mean that it aint there.
Just because she aint your girl,
are you not supposed to care?

Baby steps and tired shoulders,
the procession through the crowd.

Voices meshing into sorrow,
as a mother cries aloud............

Andy McGee
6-23-04