© By Sherwood Ross
Em
Pray for me, Father, mine is the sin of cowardice
For I do not set myself on fire at the White House gate
C G
To protest this war. I am a glutton for God's blue sky.
Em
Pray for me, Father, for my taxes set a banquet for Death
C G
To blow apart other men, and their wives and children
Em G
While I walk secure along the shore of the tranquil sea.
C G
Pray for me, Father, and I will pray for you
Em
Pray for a church that does not decry an Inquisition
Where men are broken and driven mad in the dungeons
G
Of Bagram, Kabul, Gitmo, and Abu Ghraib
A church of priests who speak of Golgotha
C
As if Jesus and Jesus and Jesus by the thousands
G
Are not being crucified now by the Masters of War
Em
Are not walking home on artificial legs
Are not staring sightless from wheelchairs
In VA hospitals into God's blue sky.
C Em
Pray for me, Father, and I will pray for you.
(This poem was written with guitar chords for singing the words. Further information from sherwoodr1@yahoo.com)