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Time To Be Men
i was watching a story about the president's men. when i felt my heart empty and fill with offence. they were talking of war both home and away. a plan that can only darken our day's. there were number's and statistic's of soldier's to serve. all under the banner of saving the earth. but bomb's dont talk they blast and they kill. they maime and they mangle and strangle free will. i turned on the radio to try find some better news. but was greated by the president's men and ther view's. saying we must terrorise the terrorists there family and freind's. untill our terror or theirs come's to an end. i heard voices from history's dark day's repeated. these are the voice's that should be defeated. i heard the tone's of men with vengeance in mind. the same men who's darkness has made us all blind. so show me the door to this desperate world. lock it quickly behind me for i'v had my fill. if the bomb's dont get us then the rising sea's shall. untill mother and her nature fall dead from her shell. there's hatred a plenty leaving love in the shade. there's fences on all side's and above barricades. take your fingers of the trigger and back on the pen. you've spent a lifetime as children it's time to be men.
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