Kathleen Cook
5001
When you see the train we’re on
You will know that we are gone,
A one-way road, our way now lost,
Far from home.
One thousand lies, two thousand lies,
Lies are fodder to the folk,
Blood-raw meat to need and greed
Thrown from the huckster far above,
Gone the land of the free,
Gone the land of you and me,
This train once freedom-glory-bound
On the rails to despot shores,
Five thousand miles,
Five thousand lies,
Delivered sea to shining sea,
Lord, we can’t go home this way.
*With gratitude to the Washington Post for its tracking of lies, https://wapo.st/2yZd28x, and thanks to the folk music that has inspired many freedom movements.
Kathleen Cook is a retired teacher, a language enthusiast, and in the words of a granddaughter, a “social justice warrior.” Really, what choice do we have?
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