Further west of a little beyond from here,
They took away free will
And gave us guns and god and fear.
Aim at the heart and mind, and fire -
For the Warlords need guns to kill the children
Of the flowers that fall down to carpet the tree lord
Who sends the oxygen pods,
Canisters with the breath of God.
And what's said to the Mind will wonder that a baby
Wrapped in swaddling rags, to be buried in the morning
Killed from the muzzle of a gun, beaten out on the anvil of glory,
By a boy who became a soldier in a war where he must kill another
For the freedom of his homeland, by dying for the other.
And we exist in a building that could be beautiful,
With fast cars that feel lonely in traffic snarls,
To make all the money we could never spend
In one lifetime that knows not the time
Of man and child decided by heaven's weightless rhyme.
In the depths below the sea, a worm counts drops
In an ocean that rolls to read the stories of another
And they rolling round and spitting venom swallow men
Who ache for a freedom they didn't possess
From their god from further up west.
And the beggar who wants no riches, but a little food
To throw at the crowd who follows him like a star
that's dying in the morning
To be windmills in the churning of the wind
That wants peace in an evening that sinned.
They glow hopeful till another hurls a spear
at the water that's placed on the counter.
And the goldfish is fried by the sun's heavy pour
And the birds change their colour
For a click that's frozen time for tomorrow.
And we told our women to hide behind the curtain of morality
Coz, they have their place in the breeding of another
Who will be called a soldier to protect the women
who could have killed but gave birth
To strange men in the unending river of dearth.
While you watch the grass that blooms with a wisdom
that it never knew, I'll drink a little of God's ether.
And you can play Kong in a kingdom
that hides in the sands of the mind
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