Militiaman

MILITIAMAN

You dream a bitter dream, a sameness always dull,

A bitterness at how untrue people become.

It hurts to see you run over others with your hate.

To see you in a standoff on national TV.

Militiaman, freedom doesn’t owe you.

Militiaman, Armageddon in your soul.

Militiaman, in Eden there’s a loner

Whose love is so much bolder

Than all of hate’s destroyers.

You conjure holy ends, then cloak your shame with guns,

A killer with a bomb, a cleric in a cell,

A war that never ends, a child without her eyes

A boy blown thru a wall, left bleeding on the street

Militiaman, freedom doesn’t owe you.

Militiaman, Armageddon in your soul.

Militiaman, in Eden there’s a loner.

Whose love is so much bolder

Than all of hate’s destroyers.

Must be a lot of hurt, must be a lot of loss.

Is your happiness, a hostage to the past,

A trial judged in the press, the ashes of a church,

A coffin lowered slow, a shootout with the feds.

Militiaman, freedom doesn’t owe you.

Militiaman, Armageddon in your soul.

Militiaman, in Eden there’s a loner.

Whose love is so much bolder

Than all of hate’s destroyers.

16 June 1996

Spoken word version from Unspoken Words.