Sharing the Losses

I wrote these lyrics as a lament for Palestine and the United States. The US has given Israel a blank check in the Middle East since 1945. We can now clearly see the consequences of Israel's resulting rise to domination of the region. It isn't pretty, and we must now add the cost of the war in Iran to the losses have we have already suffered. Lyrics by me, music by AI, video by Carol. If I had a band, I would call it the Middle Aged Poets Militia (MAPM). If you enjoyed this song, please like, comment, and share. If you know musicians, it's open for use. Lyrics: Sharing the Losses Every day you lose your country I lose my country too Both of us in bits and pieces Day by day, land and values Undermined, eroded, and displaced Defiled, chewed up, spit out, erased Your country’s losses come by violence and force, By lies and hypocritical decrees and fire Mine by my country’s ignorance and malaise, By its simple, stubborn, failure to see—and liars And the theft of your country’s land and lives, While my country balks, and stutters, and stands aside (always to one side) (always to one side) Corrupts, erodes, and cheapens in my land What sometimes let us stand with pride They are quite different losses, yes— You end up in exile, I seem to stay at home and yet I am, for that, not at ease here either anymore, Find myself a stranger, can never quite forget… No our losses can’t compare—I’m far removed from the fires you go through And yet, at the bone, a home is more than safe and muffled sleep No, I can’t speak with your voice That breaks with the weight of stolen lives and land And likewise you can’t speak with mine, that shakes With its old notions of honor stained and bent and in decline So even distance, absence, different worlds can’t keep our voices, Joined by these deep mutual roots, from a sometimes rhyme And we needn’t share a language Need never have seen each other’s lands to know That every day you lose your country, I lose my country too That if one day you find your country gone, you will find me there with you In whatever kind of place a life of exile continues in There we will speak in one tongue, as we share our mutual losses