Wednesday, October 12, 2016

Word Games


Would you knock a man down

If you don't like the cut of his clothes

Could you put a man away
If you don't want to hear what he knows
Well, it's happening right here
People dying of fear by the droves

And I know most of you

Either don't believe it's true

Or else you don't know what to do
Or maybe I'm singing about you
Who knows

It's incredibly sick, you can feel it

As across the land it flows

Prejudice is slick when it's a word game
It festers and grows
Move along quick, it furthers one
To have somewhere to go

You can feel it as it's rumblin'

Let emotions keep a tumblin'

Then as cities start to crumblin'
Mostly empty bellies grumblin'
Here we go

People see somebody different

Fear is the first reaction shown

Then they think they've got him licked
The barbaric hunt begins and they move in slow
A human spirit is devoured
The remains left to carrion crow

I was told that life is change

And yet history remains

Does it always stay the same
Do we shrug it off and say
Only God knows

By and by somebody usually goes

Down to the ghetto try and help

But they don't know why folks treat them cold
And the rich keep getting richer
And the rest of us just keep getting old

You see one must have a mission

In order to be a good Christian

If you don't you will be missing
High Mass or the evening show

And the well fed masters reap the harvests

Of the polluted seeds they've sown

Smug and self-righteous they bitch about people they owe
And you can't prove them wrong
They're so God damn sure they know

I have seen these things with my very own eyes

And defended my battered soul

It must be too tough to die
American propaganda, South African lies
Will not force me to take up arms, that's my enemies' pride

And I won't fight by his rules that's foolishness besides

His ignorance is gonna do him in and nobody's gonna cry

Because his children they are growing up
With bigots and their silver cups they're fed up
They might throw up on you

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