OK, This one is New- I wrote it today! Enjoy
...And putrid lies to sycophantic sheep
Before the One who'll save us from ourselves
The coffers opened for the hands that need
And platitudes were spoken gospel truth
When worship turned from God unto the State
The souls of those that fell were soon to bleed
As freedom was encroached to serve the State
And all desires fell to fleeting hope
for change that comes through enforced servitude
When those who uttered truth were given scorn
And all who stood for Liberty blasphemed
Enlightened thought was deemed ineptitude
And when full circle came the tyrant's hand
Where armies lined the streets in massive force
And those of us who stood upon the brink
As winds of change blew o'er the Fruited Plain
When all that saw the truth rose up to fight
And streets ran red with those who know to think...
"WAR" <-----Takes you to the next Poem (coming soon)
Did you Read "The Revolution Series"?
Showing posts with label History Repeats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label History Repeats. Show all posts
Monday, February 9, 2009
Epitaph - Waco's Lament
...Father please forgive them 'cause
They know not what they do
They're taking us to task this time
We'll soon be joining you
The children are all screaming and
Their eyes are turning red
Don't worry about saving them
'cause we're already dead
The heat becomes unbearable
The walls are white hot fire
My heart is bursting from my breast
And breathing is desire
They're burning our home to the ground
We've worked so long to build
So many things we've left undone
Dreams left unfulfilled
We knew that it would come to this
The future is foretold
The past reveals the ugly truth and
Their souls have been sold
We never bothered anyone we
Kept unto ourselves but
The TV camera's rolling
And destruction really sells
The powers that be realize
Their power just won't keep
They must use this show of force
To cower us like sheep
The way of life is suffering
Until we reach the sky but
The burning question in my mind
Why do our children have to die...
Written from the perspective of the Branch Davidians inside the compound in Waco, Tx
"Postlude to a Revolution" <-----Takes you to the next Poem
Did you Read "The Revolution Series"?
They know not what they do
They're taking us to task this time
We'll soon be joining you
The children are all screaming and
Their eyes are turning red
Don't worry about saving them
'cause we're already dead
The heat becomes unbearable
The walls are white hot fire
My heart is bursting from my breast
And breathing is desire
They're burning our home to the ground
We've worked so long to build
So many things we've left undone
Dreams left unfulfilled
We knew that it would come to this
The future is foretold
The past reveals the ugly truth and
Their souls have been sold
We never bothered anyone we
Kept unto ourselves but
The TV camera's rolling
And destruction really sells
The powers that be realize
Their power just won't keep
They must use this show of force
To cower us like sheep
The way of life is suffering
Until we reach the sky but
The burning question in my mind
Why do our children have to die...
Written from the perspective of the Branch Davidians inside the compound in Waco, Tx
"Postlude to a Revolution" <-----Takes you to the next Poem
Did you Read "The Revolution Series"?
Labels:
Clinton,
History Repeats,
Obama,
Poetry,
Revolution
Friday, February 6, 2009
The Revolution Series
OK--gonna revive the old Clinton Era Poetry series I wrote while expecting Bill to take away all of our rights. Now that O is in office, it seems that all that was, is again.
So let's start off with the opening salvo.The Revolution Series
Where man could not be heard
Above the machine
Where power was held by the elite
Where good was brought to task
By those who would have us enslaved...
"Prelude to a Revolution" <-----Takes you to the next Poem
"Interlude to a Revolution"
"Epitaph - Waco's Lament"
"Postlude to a Revolution"
Labels:
Clinton,
History Repeats,
Obama,
Poetry,
Revolution
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