Friday, September 30, 2016

stop

they preach war through fiery tongues
exhale righteousness from gasping lungs
they peddle insanity as inevitable reason
and ridicule logic as blasphemous treason
their fingers press triggers without needing guns
they promise the white death of a thousand suns
sacrifice is the price of justice, they say
and cost is not what you incur but what they pay
but yes it’s true; a fitting reply must be found
thus also insists the bleeding ground
and so the earth seeks to slake its thirst
slurping, uncaring about who dripped first
and so falls the doomed dice of fate
teased and tossed not by love but hate
while hungry children on both sides die
without needing a bullet to make them cry
while the homeless old shiver and shake
from a future they couldn’t quite make
while women live unknowing of their worth
forced each day to rue the day of their birth
while young men grow up tired and old
fatigued and faded like fabulous fool’s gold
and while the gods silently stare and grieve
from a sight their goddamn eyes can’t believe.


ram cobain

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