1914
The name that is foremost of the fourteenth year of the twentieth century,
Achiduke Franz Ferdinand of Austria,
The name alone proves that the world is absurd,
And with a storyline again more absurdity
Bob Dylan was so right–
“Where do you come from/Where do you go/Sorry that’s nothing that you need to know.”
So they shipped the boys off to world war
Austria, Germany, Russia, France, England, and the late great USA.
Boats backed tight with boys and even some men in fancy uniforms
But mostly poor boys in little more than rags trained well in taking orders
Did any of them scream
What the fuck is a serbian nationalist!
That is the question that was making the brains hurt
Of sweethearts all across the midwestern oceans of corn and soy.
The markets in New York City shut down with the news of war across the sea,
But you can’t stop the engine of free markets
And like a noisy half mystical thunderbird
The St. Petersburg-Tampa airbus
Took off into the sky with a passenger onboard
Then would glide 23 miles down the coast,
And a new age was born,
No bullet could stop this age that was coming on strong,
At least no bullet from a Serbian nationalist.
But the boys packed their tiny bags of personal belongings
Cause all hell was breaking
All hell, probably an absurd kind of hell if this world is any kind of an indication,
Let’s all just pray that heaven proves itself not so absurd,
Because the young boys are going to know for themselves,
One by one by one by them self
The gates of the next world are always met alone.
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