Somewhere
I have a need to post this somewhere,
might as well be here in the quiet shadows.
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TERROR
Terror, terror on the wall,
what's the closest of them all --
atrocities done unto man,
or that no one seems to care?
See the stranger -- kill him, kill her;
Uncle Pat says its Christian --
Papa George will tell you who
lacketh faith and deserves to die.
Terror, terror burning bright
in the forest of the night --
'cause my power bill's outa sight,
while good ol' boys stack diamonds high.
Average, average -- do not try,
shun education and self-worth --
cramp the bell curve down to nothing,
preach only bigotry and selfish pride.
Food chain -- food chain, join in dance;
let them starve who dare to dream
of simple justice, blind and free --
as long as I am not one right now.
Whisper, whisper to your child,
suckled by a virtual tit --
forced to squalor by 'right to live',
becoming fodder for their greed.
Terror, terror -- 'tis my right,
'cause my neighbors say 'tis so --
get yours now and rape the earth;
but leave me alone to die in shame.
3 Comments:
Very powerful, Papa. I might not agree with everything you say here, but I hear you. (BTW, I think Uncle Pat is psycho....and Papa G, well, don't get me started.......)
L.
THANK YOU!
Anita Marie
Listening to the news will do this to you.
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