He's got a can of the cheap stuff
And a barrel on his mind
If you buy him the good stuff
He'll give you his time
To wasted to walk
But what home's there to walk to
When his family's all dead
And he's no friend to talk to
Monday, August 22, 2016
Saturday, August 6, 2016
Treason (No More War)
No more patriotic pride to justify genocide or tyranny
No more drones dropping bombs on hospitals and families
No more back room deals with dictators or demagoguery
No more suppressing rights all in the name of democracy
No more parades accompanied by post-traumatic stress disorder
No more mass murder under orders for a flag or a foreign border
No more pre-emptive strikes or fear-mongering fascists
No more drastic acts trying to reenact some glorious past shit
No more pledge of allegiance to an ideal we then nullify
No more talk of liberty while we use guns to pacify
No more talk of loyalty with cult-like jingoistic fits
No more lines between humanity that cross out hope for countless kids
No more racism as policy
No more weaponized sovereignty
No more illusory conclusions that might makes right irrefutably
No more greatness claimed by warriors, for wars not make one great
No more treasonous than reasoning there’s got to be a better way
No more bullets, no more guns
No more whistle blowers on the run
No more tanks, no more bombs
No more officers at the door for moms
No more talk of reality as violent necessarily
No more accepting any acceptable casualties
No more hate based on fear
No more campaigns left to smear
No more assassins, no more spies
No more national secrets or lies
No more dynasties to fall
No more border checks or walls
No more living by the sword
No more jihads to die for
No more treaties to break
No more reluctant handshakes in photographs to take
No more putting up appearances
No more false leads or fakes
No more terrorism
No more ethnic cleansing or racial schisms
No more divisions for the sake of the tradition of divisions
No more politics that exists solely for the politicians
No more propaganda to draw sharp lines or blur our vision
No more religion preaching mercy and practicing vengeance
No more dismissing pacifism solely on pretensions
No more turning away from the bed that we’ve made
No more little flags on graves and the goodbyes they wave
No more dismissing diplomacy out of hand like it’s a joke
No more spending money building weapons when the schools are broke
No more free-passes when its the rich committing war crimes
No more genocides while we hide behind some hard times
No more excuses for the abuses of our past that last
No more colonization or empire mindsets, in fact
No more super powers as the bullies of the play ground
No more taking up arms to cause harm
when we should be laying ‘em down
No. More. War.
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