Wrote this a bit after 9/11.
Pots And Pans
The last I heard; you’d said you were safe
But now my heart is filled with hate
What I was brought up to believe
Was stolen from me
By some men all diseased
And now they left me with pots and pans.
All that’s left is pots and pans
All the dreams we were to have
Got washed away by another’s hands
In a visit to my door
What of the dreams that we hoped for
And now all I have are pots and pans
Read this world
Read this aloud
Read it all day…all night
See my tears
See my lines
See why I want to die
And all because they lied
They lied
They lied
In twenty years they’ll build a wall
On your name will all be scrawled
How you were brave
How you were strong
But nothing will be written of
How they were all wrong
And all I’ll have is my pots and pans.