worry

they’re making me worry

dropping bombs

like Steph Curry

draining three’s

creating more refugees

left and right

left out of mind

and sight

and I’m hiding in my tree

stand and salute

no more

and I won’t shoot

I won’t help them

recruit

more terror

I’m not scared of 

the consequence

I’m standing here

on the right side

of the fence

on the right side

of history

it’s a mystery

to me

how we can’t see

that they don’t represent

‘we’

that they’ve fallen for

Babylon’s whore

and they want

more

more

more

blood and treasure

is how they measure

their worth

while destroying

planet earth

always

more

more

more

but no

I won’t fund

their wars

to settle

artificial scores

hiding blood money

behind doors

of glass houses

telling their spouses

and their kids

it doesnt matter

what they did

because they are

the good guys

so it should come

as no surprise

that these lies continue

administration

after administration

and generation

after generation

and the poor

need not bombs

but liberation

from the status quo

they need Uncle Sam

to go

home

He’s acting

like a drunk frat boy

trying to recreate

Rome

but these are

our sisters

and brothers

not toys

and I’ve got

this burning desire

within me

not to destroy

but to respond

with nothing but

aloha

and peace

and love

lets rise above

this insanity

and drop all the hatered

emancipating ourselves

from mental slavery

allowing our minds

to finally be free

like Marley said

allowing the next

generation

to see

that theres no time

to waste

we must act

with great haste

we’ll all be dead

in a minute

but we can still

win it

at the buzzer,

and we have to…

because

in life

there is

no overtime

and it’s sad

that I have to

place sports refrences

in these lines

because I’m

worried

that if I don’t

no one

will listen

 

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel.
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