(no subject)
You want us all to join your crusade and saddle up for adventure,
And all I see are busses riding empty towards nowhere good.
You have your generals who would never imagine their ship touched by rough water,
And now you ought to watch as we stare at them taking their lord’s name in vain.
If I could take a bouquet and make a grenade, I would.
Nothing can move mountains like patience, roses, and a good throwing arm.
If time moves fastest in the present then it feels most immediate in the past.
Nothing will ever fill the hole you are creating except everything you destroy today.
Somewhere in the distance a face burns with the pride of all mankind.
War is nothing but the by-product of too much love poisoned by ego.
Somewhere in a desert a youth kneels to call “om shanti shanti.”
War will silence his voice if we choose to turn its volume up any louder.
And all I see are busses riding empty towards nowhere good.
You have your generals who would never imagine their ship touched by rough water,
And now you ought to watch as we stare at them taking their lord’s name in vain.
If I could take a bouquet and make a grenade, I would.
Nothing can move mountains like patience, roses, and a good throwing arm.
If time moves fastest in the present then it feels most immediate in the past.
Nothing will ever fill the hole you are creating except everything you destroy today.
Somewhere in the distance a face burns with the pride of all mankind.
War is nothing but the by-product of too much love poisoned by ego.
Somewhere in a desert a youth kneels to call “om shanti shanti.”
War will silence his voice if we choose to turn its volume up any louder.