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There's a war on peace
dem dat follow
now dem lead
There's a war on need
dem dat suffer
now dem bleed
In this war
of rant and want
and make believe
what does it matter if you die
when living is suicide
murder the murderous
the innocent
it doesn't matter
which way one's bent
Dem throw stones
then hide dem hands
Dem bleach I bones
and call I Badman
in this fraternity of violence
The Table’ s Turning
He who had the gun
and loved the hunt
ain't no fun now
the hunted has the gun
How can one respect a man
who won't fight back
You kill my dog
you better run hide your cat
One can't Wait on second
to come in first
or stand in the rain and die of thirst
When the rich
robs the poor
dem say is economics
but When the poor
fights back
dem call it
B a d m a n B u s i n e s s
When the forgotten
choose to speak
dem say sedition
but When the masses
don't have enough to eat
dem say
l e t d e m e a t c a k e
one man's terrorist
is another's freedom fighter
But blood matters not
when blood is hot
the dagger's real
the sword is steel
a mighty sword
is just a sword
but a mighty word
is an idea forged
Generations born
with clenched fists and battle armour
looking for a fight
wanting to die
'cause
living is not an option
S t i l l ~
the devout wields
words believed
c l o i s t e r e d w o r d s
spoken by
T h e D i s c i p l e s o f B u l l s h i t
half truths and whole lies
you can't even believe
your own make-believe
some truths are as valid
as reading chicken bones . !
l y i n g
is easy when no one
knows the truth
v e n g e a n c e
confused
contused
composed
transposed
metamorphosed
into righteous will
and just atrocities
Orgies of Discontent
men of god
intent on being
P r o p h e t s o f E v i l
faithful crusaders
wrench the necks of those
who would not bend
b e w a r e
the wrongdoers
they maybe angels
in sheep clothing
b e w a r e
naysayers singing hymns
b e w a r e
change merchants
plying their trade
in their cathedrals of sin
b e w a r e
the sheep-shaggers
wanting to come in
Sometimes ~
nothing is better than anything
a snake is a snake even if it thinks it can fly
some larks think they're
e a g l e s
like a raw diamond
not yet exposed
full of expectations
like a kiss from a rose
e v e r y r e v o l u t i o n
needs a martyr
every war a hero
every religion
needs a sinner
and every evil
needs a saint
~ t h e d r o n e s a r e c o m i n g ~
the drones are coming . .
the innocent cry . !
mothers lay on the bodies
of dead infants
t h e y h i d e
under tin rooves and mud huts
whole villages burn . . !
Who's not dead
badly wounded
not friend nor foe
enemy nor kin
the enemy fought
is within
w e n e e d t o w a k e U p
or we experience the nightmares
of continuous sleep
T h e D r o n e s A r e C o m i n g
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