Rumors Of Peace


We get optimistic when we look to the sky

but the stars shine the brightest long after they die

this planet is polluted, our sun is burning hot

turning blind eyes we ruin our little blue dot

where both ice, snow, and plastic melt into the sea

come heathens and preachers won’t you sing along with me

and we’ll dance and we’ll dream

of a day that will never come

and the drums that we circle and the fires we light

keep our minds far away from the wars that we fight

we buy rumors of peace sold by pigs who can’t fly

while they steal our last dollars sending children to die

and we lie to each other saying things aren’t so bad

numb our pain with illusions kill to follow the fad

and so stocks can rise higher still more bombs have to fall

we don’t care who…

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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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