Draft Resister

Draft Resister I refused to volunteer I would not Could Not Shall Not be drafted I am a freethinker Tho they came for me In the third grade Sent me out To church Without my consent Without my knowledge I stood my ground And the system Backed down They would have to acknowledge The small child Who could not Would Not Shall not Find his glasses You mean Those pink frames My momma got me Oh they was Dead On Arrival DOA man Lost on the way home On the first day I had already learned to rebel Against whom The powers that be Like that God Into whose Army You tried to draft me Aint no Christian soldiers here It was not That I had No Beliefs It was that I had too many And would not fence them in I was not Christian No sir I was not born again I was not Even a heathen I was a byot Bring your own thoughts And I could not be drafted Even when they said Just read the Bible And it will all be clear I could not be converted I read a few of those Begots and Begottens But as luck would have it I began to think Bout these things I was reading I began to wonder Does this all make sense I began to think About fossils and science And evolution And revolution And changing the world And I was not at all Interested Concerned with Or worried about an afterlife I was worried about A heaven on earth My momma could Have whipped me A thousand times But she would not Have drafted me So I was just out there With my free thoughts I was singin and swingin And havin me a good old time But along came a spider Who sat down beside me And frightened revolution away Whoa is this Raygun Blasting his way into Africa And Central America Is that America The empire striking back Is that my people Who are dying Oh Mao why hast thou foresaken me In the long dark night I reached back For what For whom For It A nameless something A second Gear perhaps A younger idealistic self A reassurance A type of Spirituality That was inner And godless And restless And limitless And with all The passion That I could bring I said Bring it on Yes I said Bring it on I’m ready for you now! Kenyatta Yamel Written April 7th, 2002 © on Apr 07 2002 05:32 AM PST   18 • 0 • 13