Originally written as a song
Take that yellow ribbon off your car
Take that waving flag off of your door
Don’t act like you understand what we’ve been
Take that fake concern off of your face.
Take that handshake and just move along.
Stop appreciating me for all that I’ve done wrong!
And take that yellow ribbon off your car.
You tell me I went to liberate.
So when I come home you celebrate
But you can’t bring back the dead by throwing a
You tell me I made my nation proud
I wish you wouldn’t say it so damn loud
My boots were on the ground while your head was in
So take that yellow ribbon off your car.
When you tuck your children in at night
Don’t tell ‘em it’s for freedom that we fight
Let them know that there’s a war on but don’t tell ‘em
their side’s right And take that yellow ribbon off your car.
Don’t pay for my meals, don’t give me special deals
Unless you want to hear all about the way I feel
Don’t make me your hero, just lend me your ear
Oh, and wipe the tears I cry
While I apologize for that goddamn yellow ribbon on
I Am The Savage
rubble beside the Tigris river
piled high above our waists
teeming with flies and also
the crumbling history of the world
tells me that this place is full of savages
but I am the savage
my eyes are dry until salty sweat
drips down the bridge of my nose
puddles in the corner of my lid
slides down my cheek
in place of tears
that don’t well up in my eyes
we walk into proud homes
searching for those who would kill us
as the wives and children of the accused
stand in the doorway with fearful faces
but I am not afraid
I wield the weapon of ignorance
I hide behind the shield of arrogance
I speak with the voice of entitlement
My job is to tell the story of victory–
But I am defeated