Masters of War

[Bob Dylan, author and artist of incisive musical poetry of the people’s sentiments and struggles for justice in the 1960’s, sharply described and condemned the horrific wars of the system in this song, Masters of War, performed in 1963.  An enduring expression of outrage and anger at the suffering of billions of people, it is all the more timely on this Armistice Day/Memorial Day, which the “masters of war” continually make into a glorification of their blood-soaked rule and wars of conquest — but which the people remember as the most hideous and callous destruction of generation after generation — since the 1914 beginning of the inter-imperialist World War I, touted falsely as “the war to end wars.”  Dylan himself has not always adhered to the clear vision and passionate advocacy of this song and others of that early period, but that does not diminish the timeless voice he has given to the struggle for justice and peace. — Frontlines ed.]

“Masters Of War”

Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks.

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Time to Destroy the Monsters of War

[Imperialism has brought endless war to every corner of the globe.  Not a day has passed without bombs that blot out the sun and bring rivers of blood, misery, devastation, and death to thousands and millions, in the name of whose “salvation” the wars have scarred and mangled all who stand in the way of capital’s rapacious and malevolent path.  We yearn for the day when such powers will no longer control humanity.  On this Veteran’s Day, when imperialism asks all to salute those who have been pressed to carry the weapons of its wars, we honor the resistance to imperialist war, and those who have pledged and given their lives in the struggles to end the scourge of imperialism. — Frontlines ed.]

Masters of War, by Bob Dylan

Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks Continue reading