WRITING ON THE WALL
[ country-folk; co-written by Daniel Muhammad ]

from freedomtracks.com


       Back in '68, in a land divided by hate

       Some picked up a sign, some a gun in answer to the call

       Headed off to war, what for, no one was really sure

       No one could see the writing on the wall


       Me and brother Abel, sittin' at the table

       Eatin' peas an' cornbread and Mom's warm apple pie

       The day she got the word, word she'd long since feared

       A note that said we're sorry, you're true love had to die

       And all that's left of Daddy is a name on some memorial

       Can't we see the writing on the wall?


       Seems again of late in a land divided by hate

       Some pick up a sign, some a gun in answer to the call

       Headed off to war, what for, no one is really sure

       Seems like no one sees the writing on the wall


       Yeah, we're sittin' at the table minus brother Abel

       Eatin' peas an' cornbread and Mom's warm apple pie

       Last week she got the word, word she'd long since feared

       A note that said we're sorry, your firstborn had to die

       All that's left of Abel will be a name on some memorial

       Can't we see the writing on the wall?


       Will we be sittin' at the table without the son of Abel

       Eatin' peas an' cornbread and Mom's warm apple pie?

       When she gets the word, word she's long since feared. . .

       Will we ever see the writing on the wall? *