a picture may be worth a thousand words
but until you paint me a *******
two will have to do

we will take what is yours
to make it everyones
forever
for every door you close
a window opens to let us
we are not a cause
we are the reaction to your measures
you do it to yourselves
we'll take the blame and the credit

big man
brought low
noone to be
nowhere to go
no way of getting there
eating his crow
locked in locked down
knows a way out though

our enemies are not our enemies
their enmity ends
when our friends and benificiaries
begin to make amends
for the long list of atrocities
we have committed against them
in the demonic name of democracy
and the freedom it pretends to represent

i kept nothing fresh
that i could let rot on the vine
didnt need divinity
to make water from wine
drank my fill from the cup of life
then lay down to die
where i lay still
waiting for time

it is an eternal shame

to leave it so late in the day

to say what we say

in obituary

poor mother earth
bent but not broken
bearing her babies pain
like a monkey on her back