Perhaps generals are Pimps
and politicians Johns
and your war funded limp
makes you a hero Don Juan
And guns and standard daggers
are fishnets and high heels
disguised to entice you
To blead while you kneel
maybe a battlefields a coutch
a place where you can be a star
Until the triumphant climax
blows your brain against a car
and both Honor and bravery
are stage names for bar flies
so if you wake up the next day
you realize how lusts lies
Theres no shame for a soldier
for he's clean for all of his sins
But watch out for his country
When they trade him for new skin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Kevin, this is another brilliant work. There's just a subtle hint of a great Phil Ochs ballad bubbling through. I'll look forward to the music....these lyrics should be recorded!