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About This Poem
Peaceful War Cry
Make best your numbered days, my earthly keeper.
For I build light love armies, hidden in slumbered sleeper.
Times often more, than naught. Reeling, vicious, tired fought.
Beat us down, to build you higher. Foretells my words, as country crier.
Across my back, I carry your hate. Across my back, the downtrodden wait.
Across my back, your days numbered gain.
Across my back, to keep them sane.
Across my back, I'll bear their pain.
To speak just truths, you cannot do.
Your actions feed the rich, to us untrue.
The feeling now, that's in the air. Tells senses you, best beware.
When poor have backs, against the wall.
Your empire greed, will surely fall.
Across my back, I hold the truth.
Across my back, I hold the youth.
Across my back, are weapons peace.
Across my back, no golden fleece.
Across my back, a cross on my back.
Perhaps my time, it has been short. I have seen enough, to make report.
The silent army, of true spirit waits.
To rebel against, your golden greed gates.
The earth will help us, in our peaceful plight.
She will guarantee balance, that we win the fight.
Be aware, that we'll take you down.
To share your bounty, with every town.
Across my back, your weight is weak.
For I find strength amongst the meek.
Across my back, your whip is not. Wait and see, when fight is fought. Across my back you may attack. But spiritually sound, you apparent lack.
Across my back, we'll soon have you beat.
Across my back, a cross on my back.
SHM
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