If you ask me.
To be sure, no body did ask me, but if they did, I thought I should
have a little diddy ready to go. This song was probably inspired by
some Meet the Press show, pointing out the problems we, as the
human family, will inevitably have to overcome. Xenophobia to be
specific. My guitar was in a period of breaking down, the the
ensuing tone was but a passing moment as the gear was
biting the dust. Swords to plows, plows to food.....guitars to
dust. So the story goes.....