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“Incredible,” I say
That we can live this way
“Incredulous,” I say
That we allow it to happen anyway
It’s impossible that we could allow him
To confuse minds with mines
Or maybe it was us
Maybe we heard minds when he said “mines”

I speak of Bush
He’s a radical of the highest kind
Because he’s figured out how to speak a word
And have it mean nothing of which it is spoken
We have manage to let him
Take our kids
And rather than blowing up minds
He’s using them to blow up mines
The roving kind

Strapped to bodies of people so zealous
They do not see other bodies
They see a country un-personified
As oppression
But they are indeed persons
They are our children
Get them from over there

But then, once you get them from over there
Don’t bring them back here
They’ll be uncelebrated
They’ll be like the other kids here, un-educated
If they’re a minority, they’ll be unappreciated
Though done with that war, they’ll be elated
Coming home to fight this war, they’ll become exasperated
Like I am, hearing them speak and realizing the ignorance
Of a brain left untrained

Not knowing the difference between mines and minds
We walk into one; we walk away from the other
What’s the difference?
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