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The War Criminal Rises and Speaks

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The heart wants to 
C
feel. The heart wants to 
Em
hold.
  
The heart takes past 
Am
Subway, past Stop and Shop,past Beal’s, and calls it “coming 
F
home.”
  
The heart wants a 
Dm
trail away from 
G
“alone,”
  
so the heart turns a 
Dm
sale into a 
F
well-worn 
G
milestone
  
towards hard-won soft 
C
furniture, fought-for fast 
Em
food,
  
defended end 
Am
table that holds paperbacks and back U.S. 
F
News.
  
The mind turns an 
Dm
itch into a 
G
bruise,
  
and the hands start to 
Dm
twitch when they’re feeling ill-
F
use
G
d.
  
And you’re almost 
C
back now, you can see by the 
Em
signs;
  
from the bank you tell the 
Am
temperature and then the time, and the billboard reads some 
F
headlines.
  
The head wants to 
Dm
turn, to avert both its 
G
eyes,
  
but the mind wants to 
Dm
learn of some truth that might be in
F
side reported 
G
crimes.
  
So they found a lieu
C
tenant who killed a village of 
Em
kids.
  
After finishing 
Am
off the wives, he wiped off his knife and that’s what he 
F
did.
  
And they’re not claiming 
Dm
that there’s any excusing 
G
it;
  
that was thirty years 
Dm
back, and they just get paid for the facts the 
F
way they got them 
G
in.
  
Now he’s rising and not 
C
denying. His hands are shaking, but 
Em
he’s not crying.
  
And he’s saying “How 
Am
did I climb out of a life so boring in
F
to that moment?
  
Please 
G
stop ignoring the 
C
heart inside, oh you readers at 
Em
home!
  
While you gasp at my bloody 
Am
crimes, please take the time to make your heart my 
F
home:
  
where I’m forgiven by 
Dm
time, where I’m cushioned by 
G
hope,
  
where I’m numbed by long 
Dm
drives, where I’m talked off or 
F
dop
G
ed.
  
Does the heart wants to a
C
tone? Oh, 
Em
I believe that it’s so,
  
because if I could climb 
Am
back through time, I’d restore their lives and then give back my 
F
own:
  
tens of times now its 
Dm
size on a far distant 
G
road
  
in a far distant 
Dm
time where every night I’m still crying, en
F
tirely a
G
lone.”
  
But the 
F
news today always 
G
fades away as you drive 
Am
by,
  
until at 
F
dinnertime when you 
C
look into her 
G
eyes,
  
lit by 
F
evening sun - that, as 
G
usual, comes from a
C
bove that straight, un
Am
broken line,
F
the hori
G
zon - its 
F
ri
G
sing is a 
C
gi
G
ve
Am
n,
  
just like your 
F
li
G
ving.
  
Your heart’s warm and 
C
kind. Your mind is your 
Em
own.
  
Our blood-spattered 
Am
criminal is inscrutable; don’t worry, he 
F
won’t
  
rise up behind your 
Dm
eyes and take wild con
G
trol.
  
He’s not of this 
Dm
time, he fell out of a 
F
ho
G
le.
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