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October 7 marks the tenth anniversary of our nation at war.

The 10 Years + Counting blog draws from poetry, history, cinema and television, literature, journalism, and original meditations to focus our attention on the waste all wars leave behind. These posts have in common the certainty that endless war is not inevitable.

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  1. Make Love and War

    The last train is about to leave
    The last train has left
    The cradle of Western Civilization is under siege

    The Euphrates burns, a river of flames
    The Euphrates burns, set alight by
    The twin towers of a double burning bush

    The new manifestation of the West
    The new manifestation of the West
    Is engulfing and eating its own parents

    USA, teenager of the world
    USA, teenager without rest
    With raging hormones of revenge

    The last train is pulling out
    The last train has pulled out
    From My Lai, Lidice and Fallujah

    It doesn’t matter who’s killing ya
    If you’re being killed

    I know a man who fought in Vietnam
    I met a man who fought in Vietnam
    Who witnessed the murder of women and children

    He claims the Nazis were more honest
    He says the SS were more honest
    Than the Black Hawks of the neo-con men

    It doesn’t matter who’s killing ya
    If you’re being killed
    It doesn’t matter who’s killing ya
    If you’re being killed

    My love comes to me
    And baring her beautiful breasts
    Before my loving gaze and soft caress
    She gives me the gift only a young woman
    Can bestow on an older man . . .
    The strange healing, and holding up of a mirror,
    The touch of the goddess . . .

    And no matter how humble
    His or her beginnings have been,
    No more, no less, is their gift of love, of aroha
    While tainted by temporal concerns
    It cannot be lost, as the flow of life
    Loosens itself from its strictures

    It doesn’t matter who’s killing ya
    If you’re being killed
    It doesn’t matter who’s killing ya
    If you’re being killed – or kiss me
    Make love, make war, its all the same
    And who will say, did you miss me?

    Now the war is over and she is gone
    The doors after perception open like the grave
    The soldiers remind me of death
    My young love reminds me of life

    It doesn’t matter who’s killing ya
    If you’re being killed
    It doesn’t matter who’s killing ya
    If you’re being killed – or kiss me
    Make love, make war, its all the same
    And who will say, did you miss me?

    It’s the last train
    (Did you miss me?)
    It’s the last train
    (Did you miss me?)
    It’s the last train
    (Did you miss me?)
    It’s the last train
    (Did you miss me?)

    It doesn’t matter who’s killing ya
    If you’re being killed

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