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I want to tell that little boy his Mom will be just fine
I want to tell that dad we got his daughter out in time
I want to tell that wife her husband will be home tonight
I don’t want to tell it like it is, I want to tell them lies

You didn’t put their seat belts on, you feel you killed your kids
I want to say you didn’t … but in a way, you did
You pound your fists into my chest, you’re hurting so inside
I want to say you’ll be OK, I want to tell you lies

You left chemicals within his reach and now it’s in his eyes
I want to say your son will see, not tell you he’ll be blind
You ask me if he’ll be OK, with pleading in your eyes
I want to say that yes he will, I want to tell you lies

I can see you’re crying as your life goes up in smoke
If you’d maintained that smoke alarm, your children may have woke
Don’t grab my arm and ask me if your family is alive
Don’t make me tell you they’re all dead, I want to tell you lies

I want to say she’ll be OK, you didn’t take her life
I hear you say you love her and you’d never hurt your wife
You thought you didn’t drink too much, you thought that you could drive
I don’t want to say how wrong you were, I want to tell you lies

You only left her for a moment, it happens all the time
How could she have fell from there? You thought she couldn’t climb
I want to say her neck’s not broke, that she will be just fine
I don’t want to say she’s paralyzed, I want to tell you lies

I want to tell this teen his buddies didn’t die in vain
Because he thought that it’d be cool to try to beat that train
I don’t want to tell him this will haunt him all his life
I want to say that he’ll forget, I want to tell him lies

You left the cabinet open and your daughter found the gun
Now you want me to undo the damage that’s been done
You tell me she’s your only child, you say she’s only five
I don’t want to say she wont see six, I want to tell you lies

He fell into the pool when you just went to grab the phone
It was only for a second that you left him there alone
If you let the damn phone ring perhaps your boy would be alive
But I don’t want to tell you that, I want to tell you lies

The fact that you were speeding caused that car to overturn
And we couldn’t get them out of there before the whole thing burned
Did they suffer? Yes, they suffered, as they slowly burned alive
But I don’t want to say those words, I want to tell you lies

But I have to tell it like it is, until my shift is through
And then the real lies begin, when I come home to you,
You ask me how my day was, and I say it was just fine
I hope you understand, sometimes, I have to tell you lies

~ Kal The Rebel ~

Dedicated to all the Police Officers, Firefighters, EMTs, Paramedics, Emergency Flight Crews and all civil servants who deal with the tragedies of life and death. The saddest of all, being those that involve children, and could have been prevented. Wear your seat belts… Keep poisons, flammables, fireworks, etc. out of reach of children…Keep your smoke alarm in operating order, if you don’t have one, get one…never, ever drive if you’ve been drinking … never leave your toddler unattended…teens, be responsible drivers, obey all traffic lights, posted limits, warnings and signals at RR crossings … keep your guns locked out of reach, buy a trigger guard….
Protect our children, they are our future… Am I preaching? Am I nagging? I guess I am just telling it like it is…. Or I could just tell you lies.

~ Kalvere
(c) 1998 Copyrighted to Kalvere. Do not reproduce or distribute in any form without author’s permission. Kalvere is from Minnesota, and would welcome any comments at the following email address: Kal The Rebel @

Used with permission. If you see this poem anywhere without the author’s name and copyright information, it is being used without the author’s knowledge or consent.

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