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[yogi for peace]

A bale of straw
A blade of grass
Plastic nails being nailed into zuccini
A wooden hammer
War for centuries
George Bush is a victim
of the Global Elite
Who prey on my heart & soul
A field of rice
Global economy, Global control
I'm not a psychic but I know
The Austrian will take claim his place on the throne
A white pillow case
Can save the world
And black ink
Will save my soul
The tree's are gone
More prisons than schools
Let the light shine through
Lord please, let the light shine through
And bless the preschool
Where dreams are made
With drops of golden sun
A rainbow round the globe
our time has come.
our time has come.

[KittenX]

A white pillow case
Can save the world
And black ink
Will save my soul


That was -really- interesting.
I know what you're talking about but I think your presentation of your points is a little jumpy and rough around the edges.
Maybe if you break down the structure a bit and make this be more focused it would carry a stronger punch. Other wise the overgeneralized effect and the message may elude.

[yogi for peace]

huh??

you mean write it in blocks???

i'd be interested to hear what you think that block means. . . . hehe

[KittenX]

A bale of straw,
A blade of grass,
Plastic nails being nailed into zuccini.

A wooden hammer,
War for centuries,
George (Bush) is a victim - with Bush in there the rhythm is bit off, besides everyone would know who you're talking about.
of the Global Elite.
Who(They?) prey on my heart & soul.

A field of rice,
Global economy, global control.

I'm not a psychic but I know,
The Austrian will (take) claim his (place on the) throne.
A white pillow case,
Can save the world
And black ink
Will save my soul.

The tree(')s are gone,
More prisons than schools.
Let the light shine through,
Lord please, let the light shine through,
And bless the preschool,
Where dreams are made,
With drops of golden sun,
A rainbow round the globe
our time has come.
our time has come.

[sylvanlightning]

A field of rice
Global economy
let the light shine through
And bless the preschool
Where dreams are made
With drops of golden sun
A rainbow round the globe
our time has come.


Thanks for sharing. These were my favorite images.
Every time I see a plane I think of it in terms of rice.