<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=80009" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Let Us Begin (What Are We Making Weapons For?)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am the son of a grassland farmer<br>Western Oklahoma nineteen forty three<br>I always felt grateful to live in the land of the free<br>I gave up my father to South Korea<br>The mind of my brother to Vietnam<br>Now theres a banker who says I must give up my land<br>There are four generations of blood in this topsoil<br>Four generations of love on this farm<br>Before I give up I would gladly give up my right arm<br>What are we making weapons for<br>Why keep on feeding the war machine<br>We take it right out of the mouths of our babies<br>Take it away from the hands of the poor<br>Tell me, what are we making weapons for<br>I had a son and my son was a soldier<br>He was so like my father, he was so much like me<br>To be a good comrade was the best that he dreamed he could be<br>He gave up his future to revolution<br>His life to a battle that just cant be won<br>For this is not living, to live at the point of a gun<br>I remember the nine hundred days of Leningrad<br>The sound of the dying, the cut of the cold<br>I remember the moments I prayed I would never grow old<br>What are we making weapons for<br>Why keep on feeding the war machine<br>We take it right out of the mouths of our babies<br>Take it away from the hands of the poor<br>Tell me, what are we making weapons for<br>For the first time in my life I feel like a prisoner<br>A slave to the ways of the powers that be<br>And I fear for my children, as I fear for the for the future I see<br>Tell me how can it be were still fighting each other<br>What does it take for a people to learn<br>If our song is not sung as a chorus, we surely will burn<br>What are we making weapons for<br>Why keep on feeding the war machine<br>We take it right out of the mouths of our babies<br>Take it away from the hands of the poor<br>Tell</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by John Denver - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=80009" data-title="Let Us Begin (What Are We Making Weapons For?)" data-description="I am the son of a grassland farmer Western Oklahoma nineteen forty three I always felt grateful to live in the land of the free I gave up my father to South Korea The mind of my brother to Vietnam Now theres a banker who says I must give up my lan..."></div> </div> </div>

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