Hidden Track

I bought six sunflowers at Sundays farmers marketThe one near Selma and VineI took them all home put them into a big green vaseAnd they were prettyI was proud they were mineThey brought fire into my house for six or so daysSoon they were droopy I thoughtHmm, time paysBut one just kept on burningLike she was looking me in the eyeSaying fuck you bitchAm gonna live without the soil, the sun, the skyEven tho I have no roots and I'm dismembered and on displayI will burnYou'll drink my like blood til consumption is pass¨¦I will burn for all my sisters and for my brothers tooAnd all the flowers long forgottenYeah I will burn for youI just looked into her faceSeeing her triumph her struggle and our raceAnd I saw my comfort then and the numbness and self pity it bringsLike that's some kind of excuse like I can cut myself off another selfIndulgent illusion to hide my violence to hide our violenceWell we all cut this flower downBe she in yourself in a field in a sweatshop or in a small zapatista townYeah we allWhen will war be overWhen will war be overWhen will war be another clich¨¦