we are shadow players in a war on distant shores
writing letters to congressmen and praying for peace
debating the futility of our exercises over latte and beer
someday the ones in power will listen to our cries:
remember the lessons engraved in the blood of our grandfathers
in the too-knowing eyes of our siblings and friends
in the dust of innocents who died in sudden danger zones
- oh, but i hear the war hawks calling
and the game they're playing is wizard's chess
on a board where even the casual spectators are at risk
i fear not the day to come but the day that is already here
