Oh my stars and heavens-to Betsy! Friday is here once again, the blessed capper for the week and thankfully it was short! Just think, one month from today will be three days after my 44th birthday and here some of you thought, that I was going to write Christmas! With recent talk about U.S. troops withdrawl, I thought it might be an appropriate time to post this poem, a first attempt in writing anti-war lyrics from the mid-1980s. And please remember dear readers; always, always, enjoy!!!Excavations From The Subterranean
Images built on mountains
Drawn on
Wiped away
Start over
Smash away
It’s a cycle we all go through
Break up
Settle down
Drink a few
Be a clown
Love is bad
When you spread yourself all over town
War is hell
Blood is spent
Words are shouted
Boys are sent
When government heads can’t find something to screw
They invent a war; it’s the “in” thing to do
Poverty’s rotting
Children are starving
Who’ll be the next turkey world leaders will begin carving?
It’d be nice, but never done, to watch poverty equal to none
Set little fires
Call them liars
Can’t you see what you’ve just done?
You’ve called your neighbor a stupid son
Don’t you see?
It’ll (will) never end and when it does
What will you have then, my friend?
No comments:
Post a Comment