You fire all your guns, You drop all your bombs, Killing innocent daughters, sons, fathers and moms, Try to start a war, i'll say it again, Peace and love is the only thing that'll win. The Man is after you, the Man is after me, Trying to bring us down so we cannot be free. The government, the FBI, the CIA, The man's just another name for the USA. We'll run through the fields of flowers, Away from the riot squads and the tear gas showers, From where the president just sits there and cowers, Away from the whole damn war. So i'll pack up my suitcase, body and soul, Go to some far away land and live in a hole, Just to a place where there is no war, Where freedom runs free and love and peace soar. We'll run through the fields of flowers, Away from the riot squads and the tear gas showers, From where the president just sits there and cowers, Away from the whole damn war.
ah very political and angry. good one. comes the heart. those sort of poems that one is passionate about work the best coz you can feel them more!
Likened to a tree, I lived in an Oasis once. Grew magical gardens, languages of the Soul. One day the misguided came across me, and cut down the tree for a piece of fruit. Now alone, cold, and being pursued, tried to find a home. Ideals of the land. Half fulfilled promise. Learned of the self, of human indentity, and dignity. Turned with spirit to deliver the body to what is correct. .
Up the fuckin revolution brother "A hand on your cock is more moral--- and more fun--- Than a finger on the trigger." --Lawrence Lipton
