Bruce Cockburn

Ships moving into this cave of cloud
Out of the white light up river
At a certain point you can only die
High contrast resolution
Of wet rock and new snow
These bodies remind me
Of tire marks frozen in the mud
We thought we could change something
We helped them win
We changed the slogans
We get hunted again
When you're the fighter
You're the politicians tool
When you're the fighter
You're everybody's fool
They move like bears through city streets
They've got a flag flying over every factory
I'd like to put a bullet through the world
Wagon full of logs with one flat tire
Armed me moving down through the bush
Up river at a certain point you can...
Ships... white light... only
Gorizia-Milan, November /