100 Proof

bottles fired break

bones more than

bullets or bombs

ever do


then replace

bottles with bibles

and believe

we want whats best

for you


test for you

pass or fail

pail full of ashes

and nails


no proof of you

or your cross

ashes gone with the wind

nails buried somewhere

beneath the heart land


gunpowder soaked

in spirits

hellbent on burning

drink up

now you’re learning


while we’re still turning


into boulevards

with cards stacked

by the pope


here’s another


this should help you




it would be quicker

with a rope

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. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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