Tsar She Blows
Orwellian over the horizon
Don’t be unnumbered fish in the sea
From a parent to son’s
Big brother’s hole blows nineteen degrees
Eight to star port yah see Liberty is free no back sass
Or yah may be swinging from the mainstay
What do yah see mate
Capt. think it’s an ism but it’s dead
Harpoon it anyway we’ll tell them we saved the day
Your double think is misread
Bloated and stinking in the water I think for the best
From the crows nest you get a better view
As the crow flies put peace back in peace
The truth sets you free it does not hurt
What you don’t know could hurt
Your ignorance is not always bliss oh well
Wake up as they say war is hell
Freely you receive life freely give
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2010
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