Peace
There is a dream
That we share
In lofty hopes
And solemn prayer
Peace
Peace I say
To come our way
Peace for all
Great and small
We awake
In the rumble of the bomb
With the scent of napalm
On our breath
Prophesying death
War is a whore
With no give and all take
Missiles fly
Children cry
Civilians die
And we ask why
While the answer given
Is always a lie
But there is no surrender
Or forsaking the ideal
In the future
Peace will be real
We shall turn
When we learn
The lesson of Love
Every Generation Got a Fire
Sitting singing outside of kings
Skies thundering, I’m wondering
What the weather brings
Playing songs back from sixty two
Sometimes gray sometimes blue
Every generation got a fire
See the system is a liar
Stand up brave stand up bold
Proclaim the truth it must be told
I stop to take another look
Going to kill the yellow man
I can only see through my eyes
Seems to me it’s the same old lies
Every generation got a fire
See the system is a liar
Stand up brave stand up bold
Proclaim the truth it must be told
I swore I’d never ever be
Cold and heartless in agony
The songs or wrongs they change
But one thing is so strange
A common theme a common dream
Of the power of Love to redeem
Every generation got a fire
See the system is a liar
Stand up brave stand up bold
Proclaim the truth it must be told
So I sit hoping it won’t rain
So I cry out it’s not in vain
The music, the music hear it explain
World’s gone crazy but the song is sane
Gather round raise your voices in a choir
Every generation got a fire
Every generation got a fire
See the system is a liar
Stand up brave stand up bold
Proclaim the truth it must be told
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Barry No
School boy infatuation
Lost over a Richard M. Nixon rubber mask
Stretching the prominent nose
Flabbergasted at the elastic recoil upon release
A metaphor on life
Norma called
In a round about diplomacy she declared
Our comrade Barry is dead
He’s better off was the diagnosis
WTF?
Was Kissinger correct in his fascist arrogance?
Masturbating in lustful ego and influence
Time Magazine stained in the White House bathroom
Tricky Dick and Sticky Dick
Here’s a suggestion in memory of our dearly love departed
Herd together the entire collection of despots
And their spineless cohorts whispering sweet nothings of
vile
No true warrior celebrates glory in death
Unless their humanity has been X’d
Like John Chivington and his cousin in killing Custard
Take a group Polaroid
After it is fully developed in techno color
Strike a match and set it ablaze
Just cause you can
Use claws of justice to shred the smug mocking mask
Of the sinister superior Nietzsche charged super man
Observe a tormented toddler
Wounded beyond point of view
Never to comprehend
The most precious words
I love you
Like Barry would pronounce
But no longer
He is fading fast into forgetfulness
Unless in irony in future days of radiant glory
Inquiring minds come across this pome
English a vanquished dead language
And all the proponents of genocide meager ashes
The darkening of the face of humanity washed clean
As we pronounce bold words in caution
We walked the winding way once before
Of whom Barry was one
Demand in meekness
No more
May all wars cease
Then Barry
You may rest in peace
One you participated to create
Where Love rules over hate
