The heart of the peacemaker
it'll will never be heard
there is no profit in peace
the greed of the hawks is far too great
they will never let loose of their cash-cow
so why do we continue to speak
why do we write poems for peace
when we know we preaching to the chior
if it weren't for our own sanity
I fear we would give up altogether
our words would dissappear
there would be no-one left saying
“there's a better way than war”
but a heart grown cold
it would only helpo to feed the evil
maybe if we could change one mind
one heart
turn one away from spoils of war
it would be a step
I guess that's why we keep walking

I think, therefore they can eat by
bartering my intellect for those
of whom you pass on the street.

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Lyrics and songs composed for
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No money involved just food in
exchange for thought so next time
you pass a hobo give Heirm a Hershey.

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"Heirm" a new unisex pronoun just coined.