It's Another War by E. M. McMahon, Jr. It's live on T.V. It's what your mother warned you about It's burned babies It's the big lie It's your chance for glory Not enough chances for peace Not with my son you don't Not another drop of blood for oil Not seen nothin' yet Not an inch of tolerance for protest Over our heads the rockets sing Over hill over dale we will hit the dusty trail Over my dead body Overlord/Obersturmbannführer Over in the Gulf the war proceeds Yet a little while and I will be with you Yet we're all in this together Yet we pray for peace and prepare for war Yet a little while and I will not be with you Yet it's not over It's not over yet It's not yet Not yet over Not over Over yet Not yet Over Yet It's Not. c1991, 2001 E. M. McMahon, Jr. next |
a journal on the writer's role in society edited by esther altshul helfgott __________________ Ted McMahon has lived & worked in the Northwest since 1972. He currently practices pediatrics half-time in Ballard, and devotes the other half to writing. His poetry has appeared in the Seattle Review, Convolvulus, and the Journal of the Americian Medical Association. In 1999 he received the Carlin Aden Award for formal verse from the Washington Poets Association, and he is a co-editor of Floating Bridge Press, publishing the work of Washington State poets. |
a journal on the writer's role in society edited by esther altshul helfgott __________________ Ted McMahon has lived & worked in the Northwest since 1972. He currently practices pediatrics half-time in Ballard, and devotes the other half to writing. His poetry has appeared in the Seattle Review, Convolvulus, and the Journal of the Americian Medical Association. In 1999 he received the Carlin Aden Award for formal verse from the Washington Poets Association, and he is a co-editor of Floating Bridge Press, publishing the work of Washington State poets. |
It's Another War by E. M. McMahon, Jr. It's live on T.V. It's what your mother warned you about It's burned babies It's the big lie It's your chance for glory Not enough chances for peace Not with my son you don't Not another drop of blood for oil Not seen nothin' yet Not an inch of tolerance for protest Over our heads the rockets sing Over hill over dale we will hit the dusty trail Over my dead body Overlord/Obersturmbannführer Over in the Gulf the war proceeds Yet a little while and I will be with you Yet we're all in this together Yet we pray for peace and prepare for war Yet a little while and I will not be with you Yet it's not over It's not over yet It's not yet Not yet over Not over Over yet Not yet Over Yet It's Not. c1991, 2001 E. M. McMahon, Jr. next |
