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The Cause.
If God will send his Angels,
Then this is not a Rebel song.
I never push but always shove
I must see, but never be.
The one that is ignored.
For if I thought that I was bought
I’d sell to those so bored..
“Are you finished with that drink?”
Asked my voice of choice.
It really made me think,
Did I burp or say rejoice.
My Handler gives me money
To spend so normally
Yet all that I had counted on
Was a talk informally.
So it was I was the man,
The man to do the deed.
I had to wait in cold and dark
But most of all succeed
I was given out a gun
And timings so precise
That I really had to shake my head
I could not think this twice.
For once would be enough
For murder was my game,
The target oh so easy,
I did not know a name..
The Cause was my reward
My Brain it was washed through
I had to pull the trigger
The short straw I had drew.
The time was ten to nine
As the call it was put through
I waited at my place
A job I had to do.
The car arrived so slow
My heart it was a beating,
My victim unaware
There would be a military meeting.
The car door it did slam
and he took his steps ahead,
Just at that I rushed
And I shot him in the head.
The noise it was immense
He fell just like a brick.
He didn’t know what hit him,
Then I felt so sick.
Dogs they started barking
Lights were coming on
I had to get my act together
Then from the street I’m gone.
My pick up is expected
Just round the other block
I jump in to the car
My body starts to rock.
“Did it go alright,
Have you got the gun?”
“Hand it bloody over,
You’ve done well my son.”
I am dropped of right at home
The car is parked behind,
My head fills up with guilt
I hate subconscious mind.
Mother is in bed
As my feelings they run wild,
I wonder what she’d really think
About her only child.
For I have been recruited
From the barest of a flicker,
I hardly know my supposed foe
Or the name of a hunger striker
But older ones they keep me right
Like a propaganda fitter.
They feed me hate about my state
And always keep me bitter.
But as I lie awake tonight
My whole body it does shake,
I realise I am a stooge
Within a big mistake.
Why was I so vulnerable
Oh dear lord hear me say,
"What is this thing that i have joined,
An army of decay?"
The ballet or the bullet
The choice is plain to see,
Only one can work,
Only one can set you free.
Just a piece of paper
It need not be complex…
All it needs is thought…
And a tiny little x.
