barbed wire and roses the million mom march

"BARBED WIRE AND ROSES"
(Million-Mom March, Mother's Day 2000)
Poem by Joda Khan

a million moms marched today
they spoke of burying the babies
senselessly slain
countless tears
flowed through the hallowed halls of hypocrisy
the roses just keep on falling
tangled in the barbed wire of big business deals
the corporate overlords
constructing another glass tower to their Gods
and the broken bodies of our children
pave the way
a million voices rang out like cathedral bells
one tongue sharpened for the task
and the dragon reared its ugly head
and took notice
design me if you will
a soft phrase
to explain the hard fact
that my child is now a statistic
I'm gonna tell yo momma America
and so they came
bosoms full of love
fists balled in defiance
with the harmony of a Baptist choir
they sang one phrase repeatedly
stop the violence
you see statistics don't bleed
and the machine was never programmed
to understand a mother's pain
the little boy games of quick draw
have seriously gone awry
our schoolyards running red with blood
NRA profits
at an all time high
and so the number of our dead
barbed wire and roses
is that call in the middle of the night
another nine-millimeter nightmare
all too real
another child who won't reach fifteen
because his father was having a love affair
with a loaded gun
and now he's blotted out
his only son
they teach the sport of blood
in every game they play
"be all you can be"
before noon
learn to kill the American way
on his third birthday
he got a plastic pistol
and played shooting his friends and family
all day long
cute until he killed the neighbor's son
the smoking gun your own
and father proceeds to spin tall tales
of no captives taken
his time at war
blood spilled for God and king
the sin of vanity
carried a bit too far
a million mothers
took their drive-by memories
and empty arms
to the lair of the beast
and all seven heads reared in unison
but the forked tongue stuttered
in the face of motherhood
only lies and ashes
spewed forth from its once fiery nostrils
be still
be still young soldiers
reach not too quickly
for your legacy
the sins of your fathers
cannot be paid with your blood
you were once connected by tender cord
to the original source of love
her womb opened like a beautiful flower
and so your eyes to the world
listen now to the voice
that calmed you to sleep
take the hand that held you
in first step
rush to her wisdom America
stop the violence

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	"BARBED WIRE AND ROSES" (Million-Mom March, Mother's Day 2000) Poem by Joda Khan a million moms marched today they spoke of burying the babies senselessly slain countless tears flowed through the hallowed halls of hypocrisy the roses just keep on falling tangled in the barbed wire of big business deals the corporate overlords constructing another glass tower to their Gods and the broken bodies of our children pave the way a million voices rang out like cathedral bells one tongue sharpened for the task and the dragon reared its ugly head and took notice design me if you will a soft phrase to explain the hard fact that my child is now a statistic I'm gonna tell yo momma America and so they came bosoms full of love fists balled in defiance with the harmony of a Baptist choir they sang one phrase repeatedly stop the violence you see statistics don't bleed and the machine was never programmed to understand a mother's pain the little boy games of quick draw have seriously gone awry our schoolyards running red with blood NRA profits at an all time high and so the number of our dead barbed wire and roses is that call in the middle of the night another nine-millimeter nightmare all too real another child who won't reach fifteen because his father was having a love affair with a loaded gun and now he's blotted out his only son they teach the sport of blood in every game they play "be all you can be" before noon learn to kill the American way on his third birthday he got a plastic pistol and played shooting his friends and family all day long cute until he killed the neighbor's son the smoking gun your own and father proceeds to spin tall tales of no captives taken his time at war blood spilled for God and king the sin of vanity carried a bit too far a million mothers took their drive-by memories and empty arms to the lair of the beast and all seven heads reared in unison but the forked tongue stuttered in the face of motherhood only lies and ashes spewed forth from its once fiery nostrils be still be still young soldiers reach not too quickly for your legacy the sins of your fathers cannot be paid with your blood you were once connected by tender cord to the original source of love her womb opened like a beautiful flower and so your eyes to the world listen now to the voice that calmed you to sleep take the hand that held you in first step rush to her wisdom America stop the violence