09 Making spoons instead of war (capot 2 so in D)

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I was born into a city that quite recently had suffered from the air
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As a child some cratered ruins were still playgrounds where we didn’t have a care
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Oblivious to history we played out our innocent games of war
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With little thought for the suffering that must have gone before

I live in a house where all the walls are out of kilter as can be
A survivor of bomb damage that goes back  much more than half a century
Though next door had turned into a graveyard for a former family                                                           
all that’s in the past and so it rarely means a single thing to me

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Life goes on, time runs by
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But sometimes you must wonder what it’s for
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Times past are gone, so heave a sigh
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We’re better making spoons instead of war

When I was in my teens I read the news about the war in Vietnam
And later got enraged about MyLai, agent orange and napalm
But we  never heard of Laos or what later on was called the secret war
Where B52s dropped ordinance by the millions all along the Plain of Jars

Now it’s nearly 50 years since all those planes dropped their payload from the sky
But a legacy of UXB remains under the paddi fields they lie
Beneath the plow beneath the trees the  bombs still wait their destinies to claim
A child at play a farmer’s road, you never know when they’ll explode and maim

Life goes on, time runs by
But sometimes you must wonder what it’s for
Times past are gone, so heave a sigh
We’re better making spoons instead of war

I walk along a narrow track from tourist site to village that’s the plan
To keep between the markers where the bomb disposal teams have cleared the land
And look out for the craters where the teams have dug them out and made them blow
That’s several hundred down - but 80 million more to go

There’s a family in the village that can’t use most of the land they now own
So they’ve found a new solution, to use the seeds America had sown
They take the aluminium from the bomb fins or the crashed planes from before
Then they smelt it all down and now they’re making spoons instead of war 

Life goes on, time runs by…etc repeat&fade