The Disciple - Blind Stare

The missionaries came

Gathered us all

Crowd stares blindly

They start their presentation

Deep down there’s something wrong but

Everyone joins so so do I

Open armed they welcome me

My new-found family

I listen as they teach — but I know better

How everything should be — but I’m no better

Then words turn into acts

The feeling of togetherness

So good, so right, so fine

Yet so wrong

Their words seem wise so true

And their doctrine crystal clear

One of Us or one of Them

And sure they should not be

Peace it shatters so fast

Then comes the call to the arms

By force a soldier I’m made

And so let the war begin

My conscience dies as do they

Triumphant our cause now

The man I was is no more

For what it’s worth I’m one of us.