thunder

a butterfly flutters

then dies

and theres thunder

and I wonder

whats under the rock

pick it up

break the lock

lift the chains

from the flock

sail away

from the dock

crashing of the stock

market fell

take the bell

ring freedom from greed

feed family in need

plant seeds of hemp

and seeds of hope

give uncle sam

the strong hemp rope

he needs to hang himself

take dusty books

from every shelf

read history

start to see

we were never free

from sea

to sea

and wounded knee

the bullets fly

because the

I

R

S

thinks it best

that uncle sam

has the best

weapons in the world

to kill men, women,

boys, and girls

your cupbord’s bare

because of war

yet uncle sam wants

more,

more,

more

so, when the taxman’s

at your door

tell him

you won’t pay for war

no, you won’t fund his war

not one more bullet

for his war.

 

 

 

 

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