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CEASEFIRE
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CHOKE THE CHICKEN
The gun is drawn; the battle commences
Winner take all; no one to feel the heat
Time has come face life’s ugly consequences
Samson and Delilah left out in the street
Watch language over threats of mixed company
Full sounded slurs resound like a symphony
Angels flee; the sky too high to scale
The warriors drop heads as they realize bail
To high to pay; free the lonely fighter
Who listens to poems by an old reciter
Bite the bullet; carry forth like John Wayne
Voices echo in the night like a chorus
The clouds turn black under pouring rain
Thunder echoes like a charging rhinoceros
The devil witin; raging hearts like the beast
Lonely hearts desolate like a house unleashed
Blues of Allah, Jesus and Buddha in the night
Suspended in the sky by string of a kite
Dionysus came forward with a pitcher of wine
A Drink with effects like a dynamite mine
The battle takes place over Mars
Poor men with no choice join the union
They notice stickers on the hoods of cars
It’s time to join together in holy communion
Search thru the fields for a 4 leaf clover
We’ll come together when the conflict is over
Only now must we bid each other part
A demon spirit hijacks the fragile heart
The time has come to face fires of life
Avoid the bullet; sidestep the knife
The wind blows the sails of the next mast
An evil spirit crawls beneath the wave
Like a poached egg at an early breakfast
I gave away a cry for help to all the brave
The desolate stranger buried in the rocks
The angels lower him in his sacred box
Over on the hills I find a torn out page
About a scapegoat prophet thrown in a rage
Out at sea, a boat is sunk by missiles
The hearts of the new widows begin to bristle
The fever within has come to cough it
Under ground the trains roll on to doom
No one heeds the words of prophets
About children remaining in Mother’s womb
Aphrodite bears her son Eros in love
The sacred son we’re speaking of
Lonely life lead on top of the mountain
Old men left to search for youth’s fountain
We’ve only one prophet left to send
And maybe with luck the bloodshed will end
Late 1983; early 1984
