POLISSONS, LLUM I VERITAT

(...)
We build this up and we knock this down
We call our little mob a town,
We nail a sign up above the door
"God bless our little civil war,"
"God bless our little civil war"

Three dogs at a party on a boat at night
Play checkers in a lantern light,
They sing a song out to the shore
Of women, gold, and civil war...

Every truth carries blame
And every light reveals some shame,
Progress rides with thieves and whores
The stowaways of civil war,
The stowaways of civil war.

 Joe Henry, "Civil War"

 [Amb el meu agraïment als dos Jaumes que em van descobrir el gran Henry]