Dylan 007: "Masters of War"

Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
Dylan - Real Live (1984)

La maldita guerra continúa y casi nadie dice nada. Casi parece que a nadie le importa que más de medio de millón de iraquíes hayan muerto desde el 2003. Este número es insignificante para el inquilino principal de la casa blanca. Por eso mañana tengo que salir a la calle a protestar. Esta guerra maldita tiene que terminar. Como dijo Saramago el 25 de enero: "Estamos hundidos en la mierda del mundo y no se puede ser optimista; el que es optimista es estúpido o millonario, y le importa un pepino lo que ocurre a su alrededor."*

*La cita y el enlace de Saramago lo leí esta tarde en el blog de Oto mundo es posible.