Monday, August 29, 2005

I just heard from Medea Benjamin that the lyrics below were inspired by our op-ed article. How cool!

Every Day Is Mother’s Day

by David Rovics

There’s a camp in Crawford, women in grief
No way for them to find any relief
Their sons are dead and they’ve come to see
The man who made their destiny
He’s squirming there on his vacation
Trying to look like he’s leading the nation
But folks are vying for that position
They’ve got guts and they’ve got a mission
You can open your ears and hear everybody say
That every day is mother’s day

Well things were getting a little gritty
So the president went to Salt Lake City
And a sleepy little town in Idaho
But the mothers are on him wherever he goes
He just can’t get ‘em outta his hair
Wherever he is, they’re right there
Calling him out for the liar he is
Saying don’t kill more kids for your oil biz
Saying George, give up and just go away
‘Cause every day is mother’s day

And when George goes back to Washington
He’ll have no place left to run
With rocking chairs to greet the dawn
And mothers camped on the White House lawn
Heeding the call of Julia Ward
A moral and mighty, motherly horde
The future is coming and the future looks hard
For W and his house of cards
The mothers are coming and they’re here to stay
Every day is mother’s day

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