Opinion - This Song - on Violence
This song
Behind the civil, toned down page?
Lurks a cold, homicidal, rage.
We have heard this song before
and much as we regret the score?
We know the notes, far too well
for we have served our time - in hell.
Amusing, how much, the most evil men
get angry about a scratching pen
you ghouls in Congress, for all you leech
sure hate the man, who loves Free Speech.
Relentlessly, with satire and scorn
We aim to be, that poison thorn.
John F. Kennedy said it well
and that is why the cruel blow fell
from that day forward, we've merely been
expendable pawns, in your blood machine.
We, the People, want you to know
we see through, this crazed shit show
we know you believe the Government boot
all-powerful, and absolute
can easily crush dissent and rage
and lock us in an airless cage.
But despite the powers you think you own
the men who wanted, just to be left alone
see you, as you strut and pose
and in their quiet hearts there grows?
A coldness you have never known
and will chill you, to the very bone.