A Prayer
I can only at this point pray,
that the fools don't have the day.
That all the young men come home alive,
and the children find food and thrive.
I can only find it in my heart to pray,
that justice wins the day,
and if no one is completely happy thats fine,
as long as everyone gets home on time.
I can only pray,
that at the end of the day,
those left standing and fey,
have lost the desire for war.
Chris
written March 17 2003: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/buddhist_dialogue_group/message/7190
The fools had the Day
The fools had the Day
Now we all pay and pay and pay
Our prayers reached up into the sky,
but they couldn't penetrate the lies.
How many people have to die?
So that fools can laugh and thrive?
They that think the rest of us are rubes.
Transfixed by manly words displayed on tubes.
How long do we have to cry?
While we are robbed, beaten and tortured, and die?
I feel the pain of my brothers misery.
I feel the slide, the wild ride down the cliff.
But the fools find the whole thing a barrel of fun.
They've set it up so that they hold the mortgage to the guns.
They've sold our ports, our factories and our farms.
And they warn us of enemies, that they created.
So yes, the fools had the day.
And sadly, the biggest fools are we,
who have to pay.
And all we can do is pray?
Chris
Posted by cholte at March 21, 2006 09:23 PM