LYRICS:
In an old book of scraps
From my teenage years
A newspaper photo
Rekindles my fears
A man holds a gun
To the head of another
Seconds from death
The son of some mother

The man with the gun
Is deluded by war
The general of police
An upholder of law
He presses the trigger
And puts out a life
Does he return
To a lover or wife?

The general believes
That he’s done nothing wrong
This man killed Americans
This dead Viet Cong
But the general’s a killer
The kind to abhor
I’ll never believe
There’s justice in war.

© Jim Low October 2007


READ Jim’s article, Seconds from Death