Now that I am olderI more or less feel different
About what my Uncle Sam said,
Through the use of me
And my brief tenure in the U.S.Government.
Uncle Sam said, “Watch them.
”Don’t you bend one inch
They are out to bury you
With subtle subversion
Uncle Sam said, “I want you to serve”
My every wish, shall be your command
So I carried a gun in my early youth
Working for my Uncle Sam.
I know now
That I have a duty
To teach others of our mistakes
Regardless of what the politicians say
No matter how long it takes
I have a duty
To my scarred and weary brothers
Who were raped in a land
Far, far away
I have a duty
And I have something to say.
My voice will ring out loud upon the land
I will stand up, I will be counted
Truly, I will be heard
Because, in a place called Viet Nam
My brothers and I served
Working for my Uncle Sam
And I am proud of what I am.
When I was youngI carried a gun
My Uncle Sam patted my strong back
He told me of the fine job
My brothers and I had done and that is a fact.
“If you read, write, publish, think, listen, dance, sing or invent; if you farm or consume food; if you’re ill now or might one day be ill, the Government has you in its crosshairs.” The guns of war are now pointed at you, and the vast majority of you, have not an inkling of what that means.
Enjoy your Fourth of July this upcoming weekend, it could be your last celebration of your American Way of Life as you know it.