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Masters of war



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Avant de se lancer en politique, Robert McNamara a brièvement été le premier président de la Ford Motor Company à ne pas être un membre de la famille Ford. Il a par la suite été secrétaire à la Défense du gouvernement des États-Unis de 1961 à 1968 pendant les présidences de John F. Kennedy et de Lyndon B. Johnson. Il a été l’architecte de la guerre du Vietnam. Il a quitté son poste à la suite d’un différent avec Johnson sur le déroulement du conflit pour occuper la présidence de la Banque mondiale jusqu’en 1981.

Il a par la suite admis dans un de ses ouvrages que la guerre du Vietnam avait été une erreur. Le film documentaire “The fog of war”, qui lui a été consacré en 2003, a obtenu l’Oscar du meilleur documentaire.

Masters of war

”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

You that never done nothin’
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it’s your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people’s blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You’ve thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain’t worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I’m young
You might say I’m unlearned
But there’s one thing I know
Though I’m younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death’ll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I’ll watch while you’re lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I’ll stand o’er your grave
‘Til I’m sure that you’re dead”

”Masters of war”
Bob Dylan, 1963

Robert McNamara dans Wikipédia en français ici et en anglais ici

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