Adrienne Rich - For the Record lyrics
[Adrienne Rich - For the Record lyrics]
The clouds and the stars did
Not wage this war
The brooks gave no information
If the mountains spewed stones of
Fire into the river it was not taking sides
The raindrop faintly swaying under the leaf
Had no political opinions
And if here or there a house
Filled with backed-up raw sewage
Or poisoned those who lived there
With slow fumes, over years
The houses were not at war
Nor did the tinned-up buildings
Intend to refuse shelter
To homeless old women and roaming children
They had no policy to keep them roaming
Or dying, no, the cities were not the problem
The bridges were non partisan
The freeways burned, but not with hatred
Even the miles of barbed-wire
Stretched around crouching temporary huts
Designed to keep the unwanted
At a safe distance, out of sight
Even the boards that had to absorb
Year upon year, so many human sounds
So many depths of vomit, tears
Slow-soaking blood
Had not offered themselves for this
The trees didn’t volunteer to
Be cut into boards
Or the thorns for tearing flesh
Look around at all of it
And ask whose signature
Is stamped on the orders, traced
In the corner of the building plans
Ask where the illiterate, big-bellied
Women were, the drunks and crazies
The ones you fear most of
All: ask where you were
Not wage this war
The brooks gave no information
If the mountains spewed stones of
Fire into the river it was not taking sides
The raindrop faintly swaying under the leaf
Had no political opinions
And if here or there a house
Filled with backed-up raw sewage
Or poisoned those who lived there
With slow fumes, over years
The houses were not at war
Nor did the tinned-up buildings
Intend to refuse shelter
To homeless old women and roaming children
They had no policy to keep them roaming
Or dying, no, the cities were not the problem
The bridges were non partisan
The freeways burned, but not with hatred
Even the miles of barbed-wire
Stretched around crouching temporary huts
Designed to keep the unwanted
At a safe distance, out of sight
Even the boards that had to absorb
Year upon year, so many human sounds
So many depths of vomit, tears
Slow-soaking blood
Had not offered themselves for this
The trees didn’t volunteer to
Be cut into boards
Or the thorns for tearing flesh
Look around at all of it
And ask whose signature
Is stamped on the orders, traced
In the corner of the building plans
Ask where the illiterate, big-bellied
Women were, the drunks and crazies
The ones you fear most of
All: ask where you were