Apology

When I’ve worked so hard

And gotten very little…

When I’ve spent years studying

And the American Christians fiddle,

 

I am not good with them

Nor with the unbelievers.

There is a sort of person, however,

Who I can reach with my rivers.

 

I am sorry that I cannot

Snap my fingers and make everything good.

I am sorry that I cannot

Teach everybody what I should.

 

I am sorry that I worked so hard for nothing.

I am sorry that preachers preach for gain…

Yet, when I needed something

Everyone called me a human stain.

 

I am sorry that I have controversial thoughts on war.

That we ought not to go and fight,

It is what I say round about when I roar.

I am a lion who sounds like a kitten, right?

 

Every radical thought is given to me by God.

Even if you go to war, you do not wage it with kid’s gloves.

Because then when you do, something worse will come.

And when it does, no man, woman or child on earth will have fun.