When I say- What I say- I don’t mean destruction or rape or pillage- Them wounds when they start from the start- They can slowly turn you into a monster- And I know that- And why- There I am, I know- A sinner or charlatan- I have goodness to give- But in between it all- I know my closet is full of- Smelly, clumpy, sticky dirt- I sleep with that every night- When I turn off the lights- I am not a man of hate- There have been those glorious days- Where I’ve seen a slice of life- Offering everyone smiles- All shapes and sizes- Men women and child- From every background you could imagine- Its a private blessing to witness- I want to believe- In that American Dream- I've lived, I've seen- But the fog rolls in like an unexpected guest- And I see apartheid against a people- And my tax money is being used- To pay for those F-16’s- And demolition crews- For racism- Spurred by a promise from god?- I got two words for you- Fuck Zionism- And its half-brother- Militant Islam- Then WTC hits me point blank- One in the heart- One in the head- And every Muslim is a piece of shit- Even if working to the bone- For that American Dream- He is a terrorist- One hand on the Koran- The other on every known bomb- The fuse is lit from both ends, now- -kaBOOM!- What the fuck! Do 40 years of oppression- Count as terrorism? Do supporting fucked up regimes- Count as terrorism?- Nurturing hatred- Then to turn on us the hatred- We helped nurture- Is that terrorism created by us, against us? This is simplified- Yes there is more- Yes we should take those bastards out- Yes. Yes. Yes! But how fucked do we have to be- Before we realize we too have our hands in this- If there is some comfortable thing I can get from this- Is- We’re all fucked- And the rest is just commentary- But hey- I’m just preaching to the choir-
Reason for writing:
“If we want to change the world, we must be that change…”
Birth sign: Libra
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