Masters of War By Bob dylan

Come you masters of war

He's addressing the aggressors of the Vietnam War

You that build all the guns

Targeting weapon manufacturers

You that build the death planes

Airplane manufacturers

You that build all the bombs

The scientists and war hawks that plan to advance their countries pursuit in the war

You that hide behind walls

Those that started the war, but aren't participating in it

You that hide behind desks

The people who aren't in an active military. (politicians, hypocrites, leaders, etc.)

I just want you to know

October 21, 1967

I can see through your masks.

Bob Dylan can see through their hypocrisy

You that never done nothin’

Targeting gun companies don't do anything

But build to destroy

Except build weapons to kill and cause destruction

You play with my world

Dylan's home (earth) is being played

Like it’s your little toy

Like a strategic board game, risking lives and bringing suffering to innocent people

You put a gun in my hand

Politicians have the power to enforce the draft that Dylan is apart of

And you hide from my eyes

But he will never get the chance to meet/confront them

And you turn and run farther

They're no part of the actual physical war

When the fast bullets fly.

The expense of others doesn't matter to them

Like Judas of old

(Analogy) Judas sold Jesus to the Romans

You lie and deceive

Compares politicians to Judas and his ownership of Jesus (willing to sacrifice other humans for money)

A world war can be won

Can a world war really be won?

You want me to believe

Elitists are trying to convince the public

But I see through your eyes

They can't fool Bob Dylan

And I see through your brain

He can see what they're thinking (Their desire for $)

Like I see through the water

(Metaphor) It's very obvious to him

That runs down my drain.

You fasten all the triggers

They're ready to send soldiers to war

For the others to fire

While they control soldiers and their lives

Then you set back and watch

While the elitists risk NOTHING

When the death count gets higher

You hide in your mansion’

Further proving their wealth

As young people’s blood

As young soldiers ages 18-25

Flows out of their bodies

Are getting shot, stabbed, tortured on the battlefield

And is buried in the mud.

And nobody (stateside) realizes the sacrifice

You’ve thrown the worst fear

They've scared the new generation

That can ever be hurled

with the most disgusting crime thinkable

Fear to bring children

Making the new generation reconsider

Into the world

If they want to bring (reproduce) a new generation into this hellish world

For threatening my baby

Unborn and unnamed

The 'pushers' of the war have made the world a worse place for his unborn child

You ain’t worth the blood

That runs in your veins.

Those leading and playing a supporting role on the aggression of the war are worthless

How much do I know

(Irony) Thinks to himself

To talk out of turn

if he should be singing about this right now

You might say that I’m young

The young are viewed in a condescending manner

You might say I’m unlearned

Elders question younger folk's knowledge

But there’s one thing I know

Though I’m younger than you

It doesn't matter that he's younger, because the older generation (elitists) will soon die off

That even Jesus would never

Forgive what you do.

What they did was so bad, not even Jesus will forgive their sins

Let me ask you one question

Is your money that good

Was the money so important

Will it buy you forgiveness

That Jesus will forgive you?

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.

After slaughtering thousands of innocent human lives, the pushers of the war are apparently selling their souls to the devil

And I hope that you die

In light of what they did, he hopes they're removed from this planet and civilization.

And your death’ll come soon

I will follow your casket

(Metaphor) Will celebrate your departure, because it resembles the start of a takeover from the new generation.

In the pale afternoon

Time of day where it's too late to totally undo everything, but there's still time to "right their wrongs".

And I’ll watch while you’re lowered

Down to your deathbed

No matter how powerful you are, death meets us all

And I’ll stand over your grave

‘Til I’m sure that you’re dead.

He has so much hatred built up against these antagonists of the war, that he wants to make sure they are literally dead.

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