They would make us hide under our desks
In the third grade during the nuclear bomb drill
As if our desks could safeguard us against
The consequence of a megaton nuclear bomb
These drills only creating unwarranted fears
The kind of fear that erodes your mind’s core.
That fear was replicated on that fateful day
When I received my draft card in the mail
The wheels of the military enterprise turning
Well oiled by the trepidation of young men
The communist containment action in Vietnam
Only an excuse for the exercise of its power.