The Fire and the Furnace

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
Have you been to the cells in El Salvador country?
Have you been to the cages in Everglades swamplands?
Have you been on the sidewalks where Pretti lay dying?
Have you been on the fish boats blown high by the drone-bombs?
Have you been in the tunnels where Hamas lay seething?
Have you been in the rubble where children lay wasting?
Have you been with the brass who draft carnage in war memes?
Have you been with the God Squad who sentenced the quail bird?
Have you been with the poet who said he was weary?
Did you sit by the furnace with no fire burning?
Yes, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.