Confession

Added January 28, 2015. Posted in Lyrics, The Feral Crow

Tags: original songs

©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

In 1997, the five men of the nine men implicated in the death of Steven Biko, appeared before the South African Truth Commission. The Truth Commission refused them amnesty because they did not bring the truth to light, but repeated the same lies they had told in 1977 and 1978. Last fall charges against the men who murdered Biko were reluctantly dropped. The time elapsed since the crime and the inability to secure witnesses to the murder who were willing to testify were cited as the reasons that these men were getting away with murder. New York Times article, October 8, 2003