The Last Ones Left Alive

All that we can do is just survive
All that we can do to help ourselves is stay alive

All that we can do is just survive
All that we can do to help ourselves is stay alive

Ragged lines of ragged grey
Skeletons, they shuffle away
Shouting guards and smoking guns
Will cut down the unlucky ones

I clutch the wire fence until my fingers bleed
A wound that will not heal—a heart that cannot feel
Hoping that the horror will recede
Hoping that tomorrow we’ll all be freed

Sickness to insanity
Prayer to profanity
Days and weeks and months go by
Don’t feel the hunger—too weak to cry

I hear the sound of gunfire at the prison gate
Are the liberators here? Do I hope or do I fear?
For my father and my brother, it’s too late
But I must help my mother stand up straight

Are we the last ones left alive?
Are we the only human beings to survive?*

When it comes to media coverage of U.S. and Israeli affairs in the Levant, conscientious journalists are nearly extinct. While the virtually omnipotent corporate media are concealing state terror and corruption by practically stove-piping cookie-cutter bureau reports and omitting entire stories, a precious few others actually have integrity. Their sense of humanity is matched only by their bravery in the face of tyranny and death. Those rare voices for the voiceless are courageously reporting those state crimes, on location. Endless respects to them and to the suffering people for whom they are the only voices.

* Lyrics and musical performance of “Red Sector A” © Rush (Lee, Lifeson, Peart). YouTube source: GraceUnderPressureDV.