Songs of the Drug War

By Tommy Walen

 

I hope what I'm trying to say will come across without the accompanying music. May we all have the strength to see us through these times, when hope seems dim. Stay strong.

- Tommy

(Ed. Note: Tommy is a frequent volunteer at November headquarters in Colville, WA. His invaluable help and unswerving support has pulled us through more than once. Thanks, brother.)

NO ONE IS LISTENING

Who can say when the first warnings came?
Doesn't even matter who's to blame.

No one was listening in;
No one was listening.

The evidence was as clear as can be,
Loud and clear for all to see.

No one was listening in;
No one was listening. 

The warnings then became a mighty voice,
Of those who had to speak, with little choice.

No one was listening in;
No one was listening. 

Now the flames are licking around the door;
Now the voices scream out more and more.

No one was listening;
Time to start listening.

WHEN ALL ELSE FAILS

Our prisons are bursting at the seams.
Our future is bought on broken dreams.
Police state psychosis in the government;
Wielding power so confident.
The population is null and void,
While at our backs the nation's destroyed.

Land of the free, home of the brave:
Once you are dead and in your grave.
Land of the free, home of the brave:
On this tyranny, and the chains of a slave.

The propaganda so full of lies;
It drowns the roar of the victims' cries.
New prisons pop up like fungal rot,
Upon the foundations of America's lot.
Brutal violence of awesome proportions;
People convicted on lies and distortions.

Land of the free, home of the brave:
Once you are dead and in your grave.
Land of the free, home of the brave:
On this tyranny, and the chains of a slave.

Families shattered, justice profaned;
Billions of dollars and nothing gained.
The Constitution is completely ignored;
A sinking ship we're all aboard.

Land of the free, home of the brave:
Once you are dead and in your grave.
Land of the free, home of the brave:
On this tyranny, and the chains of a slave.

It's up to you, it's up to me.
No better time there'll ever be,
To stand together; we've done it before,
For no one can win in this drug war.