The Blood of Ours
out of my mouthnorth to south
rockin the colors
of every man about to
swallow the fears
and cry the tears
the meaningless years
they spend in uniforms
pretending to defend
a kingdom of queers
religions and aquifers
water for blood
thick mississippi like delta mud
soldiers trippin
dynamite rippin
squadrons tanks armies and banks
presidential lies
broken ties
american cars no one buys
the dream that dies in childs eyes
im spitting poetry
cant you feel the damp
crank up the amp
spray the crowd with rhyme
soak them in sublime phrases
metaphorical pages
of flesh and tissue
bone and gristle
the nuclear moan of a low flying missile
arabs in dresses
machine gun clones
children armed with stones
bullets and rifles
nothing but trifles
for mislead leaders on a rampage
defending their right
to rape and pillage
patriots lighting fires on stage
beautiful women
strapped with rocket fuel
in the middle of people like me and you
nobody sings in the morning
nobody dreams at night
we are all children,
born into the light
if we cant live peace
if we cant shoulder pain
like a desert in the morning
we will die for lack of rain...
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