Lead Us, Not.

reeferchiefreeferchief Posts: 3,569
edited September 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Lives destroyed,
no love or care
for the suffering
all those killed unfairly
in city and desert
leaders playing god
false promises
fake hope
when all your dreams
are billowing
up in smoke
all your loved ones
stripped away
thanks to those
who only care
for green paper
and black liquid
the taste left bitter
the reality shiter
and the hope run dry.
Can not be arsed with life no more.
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  • perfect for today! unfortunate.

    thanks for sharing
    I love to turn you on
  • memememe Posts: 4,695
    perfect for today! unfortunate.

    thanks for sharing

    Agreed.

    I'll borrow someone else's words:

    Come you masters of war
    You that build the big guns
    You that build the death planes
    You that build all the 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 all the triggers
    For the others to fire
    Then you set back and watch
    While the death count gets higher
    Then you hide in your mansion
    While the 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
    ... and the will to show I will always be better than before.
  • perfect for today! unfortunate.

    thanks for sharing

    I have a couple of my cousins keep serving duty in the desert and many of my friends and for what? religon and greed, life is too short.
    Can not be arsed with life no more.
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