Feb 2012
Once again
History is buried
As fragile scraps record
How we varied
From truth
To lies
Guiding us all
To our demise
The enemy
Is sent to the grave
Yet honesty
Can only wave
Sneering
At what I believe
Asking how can it be
That I am so naïve?
Why do you accept
Everything you read?
The world is dying
Over mankind’s greed
Do you have the mind for this?
Then let me begin
Hear what I say
The enemy is within
Know their intentions
Discover their mind
Study their words
In them you will find
The root of your fears
The chamber for the bullet
The conspiracy to steal
Money from your wallet
If you will only see
The daily symptoms
Explode all around
With self-righteous rhythms
As your great country
Has begun to rot
Along with the ideals
That someone forgot
They know you
And how you live
How you wish to please your God
They count on you to forgive
They use fear of retribution
From your creator
On rapturous wave
They make you a hater
Do you worship
God, man or the flag?
Do you even know
Which end will wag?
The living
Give the account
Exalting their quest
From atop the mount
The dead
Unable to testify
Gasping from below
Unable to tell you why
You are deceived
From birth to dust
Your destiny given away
As in evil we trust
How can mankind be free
When a nation cannot turn the other cheek?
Killing is so easy
Is revenge all that we seek?
Yet you pray
And demand moral leadership
The good book your master
Brandished like a whip
And who do we forgive?
Our enemy?
Our leader?
The questions are many
Shall we drown everyone
With a boil from the melting ***?
Demanding obedience
We say follow us or be shot!
Yes honesty waves
A cynical hand
As we continue
To plunder some other land
Say what you will
I don’t care anymore
Greed's insatiable dance
Is not my war
Dig up the graves
Ask the hard questions
Why are you here?
What are the lessons?
The dead speak no more
The cheers grow louder
Many more will die
Who will light the powder?
Will it be you?
Will you give vicarious approval?
You will feel the fire
Of your soul's removal
Yes history has been buried
And so too my peace of mind
Can all those who love
Live in a world so unkind?
COPYRIGHT 2011. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. MARK LECUONA
History is buried
As fragile scraps record
How we varied
From truth
To lies
Guiding us all
To our demise
The enemy
Is sent to the grave
Yet honesty
Can only wave
Sneering
At what I believe
Asking how can it be
That I am so naïve?
Why do you accept
Everything you read?
The world is dying
Over mankind’s greed
Do you have the mind for this?
Then let me begin
Hear what I say
The enemy is within
Know their intentions
Discover their mind
Study their words
In them you will find
The root of your fears
The chamber for the bullet
The conspiracy to steal
Money from your wallet
If you will only see
The daily symptoms
Explode all around
With self-righteous rhythms
As your great country
Has begun to rot
Along with the ideals
That someone forgot
They know you
And how you live
How you wish to please your God
They count on you to forgive
They use fear of retribution
From your creator
On rapturous wave
They make you a hater
Do you worship
God, man or the flag?
Do you even know
Which end will wag?
The living
Give the account
Exalting their quest
From atop the mount
The dead
Unable to testify
Gasping from below
Unable to tell you why
You are deceived
From birth to dust
Your destiny given away
As in evil we trust
How can mankind be free
When a nation cannot turn the other cheek?
Killing is so easy
Is revenge all that we seek?
Yet you pray
And demand moral leadership
The good book your master
Brandished like a whip
And who do we forgive?
Our enemy?
Our leader?
The questions are many
Shall we drown everyone
With a boil from the melting ***?
Demanding obedience
We say follow us or be shot!
Yes honesty waves
A cynical hand
As we continue
To plunder some other land
Say what you will
I don’t care anymore
Greed's insatiable dance
Is not my war
Dig up the graves
Ask the hard questions
Why are you here?
What are the lessons?
The dead speak no more
The cheers grow louder
Many more will die
Who will light the powder?
Will it be you?
Will you give vicarious approval?
You will feel the fire
Of your soul's removal
Yes history has been buried
And so too my peace of mind
Can all those who love
Live in a world so unkind?
COPYRIGHT 2011. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. MARK LECUONA
