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Wuji Aug 2011
"The thane of fife had a wife,
And where is she now?"

...She's dead,
...She's dead,
...She's dead,

And now she's in heaven or hell,
Probably hell.
Quoted part is from the play "Macbeth". I made this up on the spot while reading the passage out loud to the rest of the classroom and they enjoyed it. Read it to yourself to the tune of "BINGO".
Wuji Aug 2011
Women cry,
Men die,
Children watch their parents slaughtered.

Bombs are dropped,
Homes destroyed,
Government treats us like toys.

War is won,
Was is lost?
Only the people suffer the cost.

Families forced,
To leave their land,
All for the "Greater Plan".

Soon they give the term a name,
While they tell us,
Who to blame.

Millions die,
Billions cry,
For this thing that runs us dry.
They call it war,
And it has tore,
A great hole in our land.
Each of themselves,
Calling the other one,
the "******".

Men react to the call of war,
As if it were,
A cheap *****.

Blindly walk into a trap,
While the politicians,
Enjoy a frappe.

Lives of men shatter to dust,
As their guns,
Begin to rust.

Missiles launched through the air,
Causing are brothers,
Great despair.

Cowards hide behind closed doors,
Avoiding the many,
Wounds of war.

Millions die,
Billions cry,
For this thing that runs us dry.
They call it war,
And it has tore,
A great hole in our land.
Each of themselves,
Calling the other one,
the "******".

Left or right,
Good or bad,
Pick a side "Mother Land".

Free or whipped,
Laws or not,
Come on United States show them what you got.

Missiles missiles everywhere,
As the bystanders,
Turn and stare.

Led by the Cabinet to our doom,
As they plot the final,
"KABOOM".

Preachers preach their words of peace,
As they collect,
The hidden fees.

Millions die,
Billions cry,
For this thing that runs us dry.
They call it war,
And it has tore,
A great hole in our land.
Each of themselves,
Calling the other one,
the "******".

"Peace on Earth" ain't so simple
"War on Earth" is a lot more pinnacle.
Wuji Aug 2011
In this world, this imperfect world,
So many problems are born.
Everlasting conflict,
Which as a collective species,
we are torn.

Do animals have rights?
Is there a God?
Did we come from primates?
Is the answer to the problems war?
Everyone just shakes and nods.

We deserve to know,
What's going on in this show,
That we call life.

Is it too much to ask,
To have a chat,
With the man behind the mask?

Please don't stall,
Cause I can no longer take,
This truth withdrawal.

None of us are thinking,
We are all brothers after all.
Everyone shares the same planet,
We all drink the same water.
Can't we just peacefully share this big blue ball?

Everyone seems to want answers,
But they don't know who to ask.
Pious fools pray for the knowledge,
Citizens look towards the government,
Only to get the answer from a mask.

We deserve to know,
What's going on in this show,
That we call life.

Is it too much to ask,
To have a chat,
With the man behind the mask?

Please don't stall,
Cause I can no longer take,
This truth withdrawal.

Too many questions!
Even more answers!
They believe what they are told,
And go back to their daily routine,
Like hypothesized dancers!

That's why I just say,
QTriangle3=Jesus,
Makes more sense then the other ******* you feed us.
QTriangle3=Jesus,
Why don't you believe us?
QTriangle3=Jesus,
Your political answers are just lies,
To protect the nationalistic demise,
Of our country.
QTriangle3=Jesus,
Just tell us the ******* truth!

We deserve to know,
What's going on in this show,
That we call life.

Is it too much to ask,
To have a chat,
With the man behind the mask?

Please don't stall,
Cause I can no longer take,
This truth withdrawal.

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