Take Me Down to The Ball Game
written by: TM Arko
Take me down to the ball game
To watch the millionaires play
While bullets fly on a battlefield
Where real heroes are killed everyday
Take me down to the ball game
For overpriced hot dogs and beer
While blood runs through the hills of Afghanistan
The chosen – few will play games for a cheer
Dressed in their Sunday battle garb
Paid for by you and me
They run for the elite slave-owners
Who sell couch potato dreams on T.V.
Take me down to the ball game
Where the quixotic players worship
In the temples of greed
And the spectators with starving children
Spend their last dime on a T-shirt they need
It is the land of the free so speak your mind
We all want injustice to leave
It is not what is seen by the camera
The unseen is what we want to believe
Take me down to the ball game
Another wounded soldier sitting next to you
When it is time
And the music starts to chime
I’ll stand for the red, white and blue
Yes my friend
I’ll stand for the red, white and blue
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
Hypocrisy speaks volumes.
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