Happy Birthday U.S.A.

Happy birthday U.S.A.

It’s time to face the truth

Some ideals have been forgotten

That mattered in your youth

Your tired and your hungry

Aren’t important anymore

The rich keep getting richer

With no thought for the poor

Freedom of religion

Should mean freedom from it too

One nation under God

Is just some people’s point of view

All men created equal

Has been lost without a doubt

That dream is off the market

Walls are built to keep “them” out

Liberties are sacrificed

Rights are treated wrong

The land of opportunity

Is only for the strong

Wars are fought for profit

And leaders don’t think twice

As we give our sons and daughters

As a pointless sacrifice

But still we pause to wave the flag

Which stood for something grand

Before these soulless bastards

Raped the dream our fathers planned

Where is the land they dreamed of

Where its people mattered most

Where liberty and justice

Was the rule from coast to coast

We must take back the power

If the dream is to survive

And fight like those before us

Just to keep that hope alive

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Lay Our Weapons Down

Meet me near the border

Where the water meets the sand

Where we once were as children

Walking hand in hand

Bury all the differences

That tore our world apart

Look into these weary eyes

See into my heart

Calculate the price we’ve paid

All the ones we lost

Nothing’s worth the shattered lives

Nothing’s worth the cost

The cause was lost along the way

The truth was never found

So let’s gather by the water

And lay our weapons down

Reckless crimes of passion

Soldiers of some cross

Sacrificial innocents

Crippled from the loss

Children in a war zone

Growing up too fast

Sins of unknown fathers

Tie them to some past

Sisters bury brothers

Mothers bury sons

Blood is spilled for nothing

By little boys with guns

When it’s time to lay the blame

The leaders can’t be found

So, meet me by the water

And we’ll lay our weapons down

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War No More

There’s gunfire in the mountains

The black smoke fills the air

Death’s the only game in town

No hope, only despair

Fighting for a reason

That was lost along the way

Protesting is treason

Darkness rules the day

Rulers choose the battles

Never thinking twice

Pawns are cannon fodder

Their lives a sacrifice

For leaders without conscience

Who fill an endless need

For the power that consumes them

And a never ending greed

Children never growing up

When will this madness cease

They were born into this garden

To live in love and peace

And yet, somehow we turn away

From this holocaust at hand

As the tyrants kill the hope that was

The birthright of this land

Forsaking what we might have been

So afraid of what’s in store

Wondering if we’ll ever be

A world of war no more

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Mortal Sin

A penny for your thoughts

A dollar for your soul

They put a price on freedom

And the paupers pay the toll

They nickel and they dime you

And tax your every breath

They charge you for just living

And profit from your death

The rich are getting richer

No one else is getting by

But the ignorant in masses

Give their vote and don’t ask why

Stupid is as stupid votes

Give them everything, you fools

Cheer them as they rape your future

Let them live by their own rules

You see greed without compassion

Is the Devil’s darkest game

If you don’t speak out against it

You’re the sinner who’s to blame

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Death Of The Catcher

I remember when I met you

You were acting out the scenes

Of characters in movies

Like most kids in their teens

We were filled with foolish notions

And the angst that burned inside

We were driven to excesses

When we found no place to hide

We shared our darkest secrets

Blood brothers ‘til the end

Until the pain consumed you

And I lost my closest friend

I thought that I could save you

In the end, no one’s that strong

When you believe that life’s a hard way

Like the words in that last song

But life goes on and so did I

Time heals wounds, this is true

And I buried those old feelings

Just the way they buried you

And most days I don’t feel the pain

I never feel alone

Until I heard the news today

That Holden Caulfield’s gone

cn – 1/28/2010

Rapture

We are sitting on this front porch

Just looking to the sky

We get to be with Jesus

And we never have to die

And all these other losers

Living in this trailer park

Will be left here in this squalor

Lost sinners in the dark

The National Enquirer

In the checkout line today

Told me He was coming back

And there’d be Hell to pay

So, all you smartass liberal types

Who think you’re so high class

Can look up as my soul ascends

And kiss my raptured ass

cn 05202011

A Plea For Progress

Let’s not take our country back
Move forward, if you please
It makes me wonder back to what
Each time I hear those pleas
Back to segregation
In our lives and in our schools
Or maybe back to slavery
Please clarify, you fools
Back to the old plantations
Where everything was right
And life was just a banquet
If you were male or white
Back when women could not vote
And stood behind their man
And men ruled with an iron fist
Is that part of your plan
We’re supposed to be evolving
Yet you want us to go back
But progress must move forward
To keep us all on track
So, open up your minds
And let the wind blow out the dust
Remember tools that you don’t use
Will always turn to rust
Don’t just stand there looking stupid
Use your head. Pick up the pace
Come with us to the promised land
And join the human race

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Eden

Lay down your weapons

Lift up your eyes

Ground all the warplanes

Filling the skies

Silence the gunfire

Let fighting cease

Leave for our children

A world that knows peace

Stop all the hatred

Eradicate war

Fight only suffering

Care for the poor

Chase out the tyrants

The fools on the hill

Remove all the generals

And leaders who kill

Focus on hunger

And fill every need

Share all the wealth

Stockpiled from greed

Set aside anger

Each sister and brother

Return to the garden

And love one another

cn 05302011

Dr. Seuss' Chick-Fil-A

I will not eat at Chick-Fil-A

Even though I am not gay

I will not put it in my mouth

Although I am from the deep south

I will not touch a bun or pickle

If you beg or plead or punch or tickle

I will not eat a bigot's food

You cannot get me in the mood

I will not eat it if it's free

I cannot swallow bigotry

I will not touch a waffle fry

I'd rather do without and die

I'll never decorate my plate

In places they discriminate

I'd rather take a massive lickin'

Than try to choke down biased chicken

So, listen cretins.  Hear my voice

I'm done with you. NOW, THAT'S A CHOICE

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