Post by Aaron Graf on Aug 21, 2004 13:25:09 GMT -5
The Peace of Mankind’s Grave
Though my words will never sear,
Through the sturdy metals of hate and fear,
The peace of bombs and planes claimed to save,
Will soon be the peace of mankind’s grave.
I’m awake in a land stuck in a dream it seems,
That will die for its false patriotic themes,
While love and equality reach their demise,
The terror alert level begins to rise.
They bring up the towers and Saddam Hussein,
While people die for a liar’s game.
Though my words will never sear,
Through the sturdy metals of hate and fear,
The peace of bombs and planes claimed to save,
Will soon be the peace of mankind’s grave.
The American dream was once the flare,
That shined light on the darkness of misery and despair,
The flame was carried on for personal gain,
So one man could make bombs fall like rain.
America was once the sweet drink of the free,
Now laced with greed and lies and secrecy.
Though my words will never sear,
Through the sturdy metals of hate and fear,
The peace of bombs and planes claimed to save,
Will soon be the peace of mankind’s grave.
Death knows no face not to slaughter,
The value of human beings has reduced to cannon fodder.
Holding her dead loved one she sheds a tear,
America’s dignity is now a rotting, empty pier.
We never say we were the ones at fault,
As love and peace reach an abrupt halt.
We forget Saladin’s saying as death hits higher numbers,
Abstain from the shedding of blood… for blood that is spilt never slumbers.
I see what others refuse to see as people die,
I see the greed and lies and tyranny embedded in our leader’s eyes.
The eyes that allowed innocent blood to be spilled,
As more human beings are tortured, raped, and killed.
Come on a plane and leave in a bag,
With your coffin draped neatly with the flag.
As we kill more men and women overseas,
All those deaths create new enemies.
It will make more terrorists for us to find,
It shall bring the death of humankind.
I know you shall revile me and hate me today,
There is only one thing to you I must say:
Though my words will never sear,
Through the sturdy metals of hate and fear,
The peace of bombs and planes claimed to save,
Will soon be the peace of mankind’s grave.
~Aaron Graf
Though my words will never sear,
Through the sturdy metals of hate and fear,
The peace of bombs and planes claimed to save,
Will soon be the peace of mankind’s grave.
I’m awake in a land stuck in a dream it seems,
That will die for its false patriotic themes,
While love and equality reach their demise,
The terror alert level begins to rise.
They bring up the towers and Saddam Hussein,
While people die for a liar’s game.
Though my words will never sear,
Through the sturdy metals of hate and fear,
The peace of bombs and planes claimed to save,
Will soon be the peace of mankind’s grave.
The American dream was once the flare,
That shined light on the darkness of misery and despair,
The flame was carried on for personal gain,
So one man could make bombs fall like rain.
America was once the sweet drink of the free,
Now laced with greed and lies and secrecy.
Though my words will never sear,
Through the sturdy metals of hate and fear,
The peace of bombs and planes claimed to save,
Will soon be the peace of mankind’s grave.
Death knows no face not to slaughter,
The value of human beings has reduced to cannon fodder.
Holding her dead loved one she sheds a tear,
America’s dignity is now a rotting, empty pier.
We never say we were the ones at fault,
As love and peace reach an abrupt halt.
We forget Saladin’s saying as death hits higher numbers,
Abstain from the shedding of blood… for blood that is spilt never slumbers.
I see what others refuse to see as people die,
I see the greed and lies and tyranny embedded in our leader’s eyes.
The eyes that allowed innocent blood to be spilled,
As more human beings are tortured, raped, and killed.
Come on a plane and leave in a bag,
With your coffin draped neatly with the flag.
As we kill more men and women overseas,
All those deaths create new enemies.
It will make more terrorists for us to find,
It shall bring the death of humankind.
I know you shall revile me and hate me today,
There is only one thing to you I must say:
Though my words will never sear,
Through the sturdy metals of hate and fear,
The peace of bombs and planes claimed to save,
Will soon be the peace of mankind’s grave.
~Aaron Graf