Feb 12, 2005 05:30
Upon this pistol, posts a weapon
Somberly, invoking ken
To traipse upon ones own naivety
That hinders caution to its brim
A stone that’s cast, now forms an action
Where its destiny shall play
The benefactor for a motion
Now deems one for poor dismay
Open eyes will blind too easily
For they never truly see
The means of life and all its pastures
Held so deep in subtly
A vague veneer that plows the orchard
Of all sought to seed what grows
Only to deplete the product
Causing impotence to show
Gradually we blanket suspect
And point a finger, placing shame
That in reversal of the judging
We now see three fingers blame
For guilt is hydra influenza
Igneous to pardon me
Simpatico pour que ma belle
Shine's a light too bright to be
For in my mind I see a doorway
Anchored to the linear known
That halts the line for further crossing
Embedding sticks to splinter bones
We bend and tend to our mistakes
Yet do not break yet make them worse
For if we learn from our mistakes
Than why do we nourish the curse?
Oh so folly to the knowledge
That we know we all contain
But time is old and so is drama
I'd rather use than lose what’s gained
For if it’s in us to evolve
Than show me why we all regress
Why the violence why the wars
Who is man trying to impress
With his weapons of destruction
With his laws that don't abide
To all the chaos he is reaping
With HIS hands, he's lynching lives
So we bow our heads aplenty
Hear my cry for harmony
Cast each stone into the waters
And drown out the ubiquity
We can smile if we want to
But it has to start within
Rather than the frowns that plague us
And have brought this world to end........