It’s time to pick a side
(& the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air)
Someone said they shouldn’t have been there
(gave proof through the night, that)
Shouldn’t have been there, knee to neck
Shouldn’t have been, tear gas & flare
Shouldn’t have, knocked down head open & split
Sides picked in the havoc of spit
& fake twenty dollar bills, someone shouldn’t have been
There killed, someone who shouldn’t have been there
Stoking rage, black bible in hand upside down
(on the shore, dimly seen through the mist of the deep)
(where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes)
In dread silence
In dead silence
In dead
Someone shouldn’t have
Been there.