Wanka Tanka

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You don’t know my name but you can call me ‘Sir’

I’m the man who can stop all this war

I’ve been this way a time or three before

This is my last time

This is my last rhyme

So I’ll be racking up the score

 

You only see my shadow

They call me a ghost

They call me a spirit

Some dare say I’m a lie

But they’ll repent once they die

I Am swinging a mighty axe

Babylon shall fall

Along with Mister Trump

And all that will remain is the stump

 

I cry to the Lakota, Nakota, Dakota

To the Nez Perce

To the Apachie, Hopi and all the rest

I have many things to say

My people are the best

What we have forgotten from yesterday

We will relearn in yet a better way

 

The boats are loaded get your tickets to Europe

Somehow someway you’ll cope

We don’t want your demonic money

Your schools, your rules, your pope

These are fighting words I declare

These are fighting words say a prayer

 

When will God intervene?

Check out the scene

Do you desire a nuclear kiss?

An endless apocalypse?

Such are the wages of sin

When the missiles are launched nobody will win

 

Take a breath, relax

Hear the melody of a lonesome sax

We’re taking our lands back

You can resist

But it’ll be no contest 

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Peace in the Madness

 Peace in the Madness

 

I hear them first. Their roar peeks my interest and my eyes are redirected to the murky skies. I look at them with a casual spirit relieved it is only a passing passenger jet. It is not so in foreign countries diverse where fiery fury is rained down from above. I hear one or two more as I pen this very sentence. There are no bombs falling from the sky on the streets of America. Meanwhile in the shadowy corners of the hood a police officer guns down some victim on a daily basis. I hear another roar and speculate that this jet is flying at lower altitude base upon the volume of the annoyance. It is however only a momentary bother. My sad thoughts turn to Gaza and their pathetic condition. It is reminiscent of our Native American reservations. Powerless men subjugated as cattle awaiting a moment when the slaughter commences once more. Death will be dealt in the bleak anonymous delivery. I boldly declare any indiscriminate slaughter madness of the supreme degree. In an alleged war on terror one side fights with crude improvised weapons while the other uses sophisticated devices of destruction. But the real battle is for the minds of the masses for therein lies the underlying fundamental power. So I press on writing these subversive words. Know full well my intent is a better Earth for all to share. The organized violence called war must be eliminated. Furthermore it must be replaced by peace and not a tranquility from subjugation. “Weapons with peace is no peace,” spoke Lynette Squeaky Fromme. Even when the devil speaks the truth we must acknowledge the correctness in it. I hear more traffic clouding the heaven’s heights. When o when shall I know peace?

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Fourth World Nation

Fourth World Nation

 

Your history but lies your natural tongue

Fiery hornets from hell how you stung

Columbus got lost now we’re counting the cost

Nobody nowhere you have a heart of frost

 

We are the remnant no salvation

In the land of plenty fourth world nation

Confined to our barren reservation

In the land of plenty fourth world nation

 

The wages of sin who understands

An unholy holocaust by your righteous hands

You have your Bible but you refuse to obey

We’ll have our time before Judgment Day

 

We are the remnant no salvation

In the land of plenty fourth world nation

Confined to our barren reservation

In the land of plenty fourth world nation

 

On the winds hear our eternal cries

The voice of Crazy Horse never dies

Once the buffalo roamed with no number

Once the buffalo stampeded with thunder

 

In defiance of science what have you done

Wicked evil there’s nothing new under the sun

Paradise deformed to Babylon the Great

You shall be crushed by the weight of your own hate

 

We are the remnant no salvation

In the land of plenty fourth world nation

Confined to our barren reservation

In the land of plenty fourth world nation 

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Been There Done That (The Story of Mister Grumblecock)

 Been There Done That (The Story of Mister Grumblecock)

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Mister Grumblecock a businessman obscene                   

He had a fascination with the Almighty green                      

Cut out the middleman play the game mean                         

Mister Grumblecock he’s a cog in the machine                    

 

Cat scratch fever been there done that

Las Vegas strippers pleasantly fat

More of this and plenty more of that

Love of money honey been there done that

 

Mister Grumblecock a traveling salesman

A necessary heartless part of the Master Plan

Flying first class cause yeah he’s paid his dues

Reading Wall Street Journal headlines thinking its news

 

Cat scratch fever been there done that

Las Vegas strippers pleasantly fat

More of this and plenty more of that

Love of money honey been there done that

 

Mister Grumblecock feels a pain in his chest

Hail Hitler or Trump by default he must be the best

Mister Grumblecock pops a mint in his mouth

More boring than hell the birds are all flying south

 

Cat scratch fever been there done that

Las Vegas strippers pleasantly fat

More of this and plenty more of that

Love of money honey been there done that

 

When the executive was a child he feared monsters under his bed

Now that’s he’s grown those terrors are lurking inside his head

When he looks in the mirror it’s clearer he needs a good shave

Mister Grumblecock doesn’t believe in Jesus money saves

 

Mister Grumblecock died in his hotel room

Bulging eyes no one dies like the harbinger of doom

The executives sent a generic card

A child of privilege who had life oh so hard

 

Cat scratch fever been there done that

Las Vegas strippers pleasantly fat

More of this and plenty more of that

Love of money honey been there done that

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