I Heard About Some Firemen

I Heard About Some Firemen

I heard about some firemen

Coming to a 3-bell alarm

While—turning hoses on it then—

Were shot at by a firearm;

The flames they wanted to put out

A shooter blamed upon a hose

(Since water’s what fire’s about)

As fire’s what firemen chose,

Those firemen became the threat

As they had nothing better than

Flame-making—(waters fires set)—

So why not blame the fireman?

Although they tried to put it out

The firemen came to enflame

The fire, which folks didn’t doubt,

Is why fire’s set in their name.

Such is the kind of mindset now

That’s taken over to infect

The folks believing that somehow

A cause comes after its effect;

That topsy-turvy—upside down—

By turning fact upon its head

Half of those people there in town

Can blame the other half instead;

Police are being blamed for crime

That criminals, in fact, commit,

And people who should do the time

Had nothing much to do with it

But minded their own business when

Somebody happened to get shot,

And—if they blame the weapon then—

It just might be—as well as not.