Confession
©1997, Scott Ainslie. All rights reserved.
We picked you up at your house.
Bound your wrists, taped your mouth.
Used our hands and our clubs.
You weren’t human to us.
We drove home and kissed our wives;
Sang our children lullabies
Joked with our parents on the phone.
When we went to our cars, we went alone.
CHORUS:
Once learned, never forgotten.
Once injured, ever scarred.
Some people will change like the moon;
Some are like stars.
We threw you back in the van.
Combed our hair; washed our hands.
We locked you inside;
Took you out for a ride.
It started to rain.
Your breathing was strange.
For five hundred miles.
Not going to trial.
Once learned, never forgotten.
Once injured, ever scarred.
Some people will change like the moon;
Some are like stars.
And is it night or is it day?
Did you see them take me away?
We have eaten our fill;
First light brings a chill.
Nothing left to defend;
The long night comes to an end.
We are the makers of lies;
Fathers our children idolize.
As patriots: we were the best!
Now, we come forward and confess.
CHORUS
PERSONNEL:
Scott Ainslie: Acoustic Guitar, Vocals
Scott Petito: Bass
Jerry Marotta: Drums, Percussion
Marc Shulman: Electric Guitars
Leslie Ritter: Harmony Vocals
(cont'd from col. 1) There have been little reported calls in other lands for members of the Bush Administration to be charged with war crimes for the torture and killing of prisoners in its custody. These calls should be joined by Americans. The small clicque of neoconservatives who are running Administration policy are not us.
For more information on the basis for these charges, see Seymour M. Hersh's new book: Chain of Command.
For a couple of good articles on Biko and the South African Truth Commission on line, check out:
South African Truth and Reconciliation Files
http://www.columbia.edu/cu/sipa/PUBS/
SLANT/SPRING97/hugon.html