od'd on dead dolphins
can't read the news without something just slapping the shit out of me
stabbing a damn knife either into my head or my heart
the sacred sickness of WATCHING
afraid to drop out and just let the bastards win
Sick of the snipers and ied's and peace keepers and peace makers and the word peace itself
Peace -- that's just something we never had here/a wild dream
I grew up on the Homefront
with a tv full with war... family reunions filled soldiers
in a country of soldiers
who fought off a Hitler
Taught as long as there is no justice
there will be no peace
and we live in an unjust world..
Wish I was one of those people who can
Go into treatment
let my worries become more important
than an earthquake in Haiti
hire people to pretend they care about my every feeling
take 12 simple steps to being someone else
my dreams themselves are written by the staus-quo keepers
the leashed journalists keeping us concentrated on republicans and democrats
like those two haven't already had enough time to fix this mess if they wanted to
or can...
we somehow try to keep Hope Alive... even if it is the lone survivor in a bloody battle
we are apes programmed to march on in spite of our wounds
the tv is just a dream to keep you from noticing reality
cool sometimes but not to be taken seriously
facts without a theory to make sense of them
spewed from pretty faces with ruby red lips and luscious hair
her goddess image life size on my hi def flat screen
I turn down the sound and beat off to the women newscasters
feeling like for a few seconds there is something real happening
a man attracted to a woman
nothing more
nothing less
until I'm done and a little disgusted with the slime on my hand
and wondering why I didn't just go in the bedroom for someone real?
read today that gandhi said
"When You Know The Truth,The Truth Makes You A Soldier."
I have awakened in a battle zone
someone is yelling at me that i should not pick up a gun
someone is shooting at me
someone
is
telling me
it is all in my head
as I feel
bullets
tearing
into
my
flesh
bullets
tearing
into
my
flesh
Well thank you for the heads up. Like the Buffalo Soldiers for sure. The song has inspired the hell out of me over the years. History needs saving that is for damn sure. I believe in stand point theory, which says to understand an event, you must get every point of view, not just the victors. The knowledge that Africans, phoenician blacks, sailed to America thousands of years before Columbus is lost on this world. I am presently re-reading lies my teacher taught me, and am astounded again by how twisted our history books are. the debacle in texas, where we are learning a conservative school board basically decides what is taught in american schools, is reason for a fucking revolt.
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