Hoof Beats
Hoof beats has shattered our silence
bringing forth unspeakable violence
death riding the very air
coming soon if not already there
guns and bombs in foreign lands
sold from our side to wicked hands
soon they'll return to our own land
with wicked returns, guns in our hands
when will they teach of Ghandi
or Martin Luther King
have they made a vow
never to turn the other cheek
if they can not learn from India
or even hear the words of God
their fortune is misfortune
and oh so terrible a fate
why can't there be peace there
must they threaten violence everywhere
why do those who speak peace even dare
speak peace to those who do not care
the vengeful, the robbed
those who dare to question God
blinded by hatred so thick
it clouds the mind
with happy thoughts of vengeance
hatred fueled by love
the most powerful thing on earth
death is arriving in the very air
hoof beats of horseman silent snare
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