The Spanish Flu, 1918

The Spanish flu, 1918 Should have been flashing on the screen For if we don't learn from the past Who knows how long we will last Those periods of suffering, the loss of productivity is here The Spanish Inquisition came Left no dissenters in its first wake And here we are now everyday Growing close to the same fate The prevalence of reticence Is little more than etiquette, it's true We're always lost and we never know why There's always something that we've left behind If you thought it was love but it's something less kind What's on the other side? The Spanish landed on these shores Desired no conflict and no wars But captured those who came before Too tired to row with their own oars The lower class as property Is still part of our legacy it's true The Spanish Fly slipped in your drink Left no capacity to think Somehow they'll claim you had control Just one more story to the scroll The recklessness and callousness It seems to have no consequence it's true We're always lost and we never know why There's always something that we've left behind If you thought it was love but it's something less kind What's on the other side?