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Peace Wounds
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Thought For Food it's an old peace wound,
he says
showing me the bite marks
from the dogs
and then the bullet wound,
it's still a sad place
when saying we could have a better world
causes someone to shoot you in the rib cage
well,
monsters are all around us
they wear suits
fill our worlds with products
want us to punch their names
into ballots
wear uniforms of power
and dress for corruption
it's an old peace wound,
he says
thinking about evers,
itoh and silkwood
we're left with bullet holes,
cutting through our dream state
when saying we could have a better world
causes someone to shoot you in the brain
well,
monsters are all around us
they wear suits
fill our worlds with products
want us to punch their names
into ballots
wear uniforms of power
and dress for corruption
they will intimate you to buy
and believe
outrageous things
tell you that you're the crazy one and
you believe
outrageous things
if you see
the grand
conspiracy of greed
for what it is
well,
monsters are all around us
they wear suits
fill our worlds with products
want us to punch their names
into ballots
wear uniforms of power
and dress for corruption
dropping bombs from the ivory towers
spilling blood to dip their bread in
drinking wine from the chalice
sculpted by their servants
and many a uniformed pawn
wants to be like them
on the beat making their
little fieftom
but they're "yes sir, no sir"
yes men in the end, as well
and they'll be sent to die for nothing
yes, they'll be sent along to die for nothing
if peace wounds alone won't move
the 'profit and power' needle
it's an old peace wound,
she says
showing me the scars
from batons
and then the latest wound,
from rubber bullets after mace
but, hey, pundits say it's progress
no one got killed today
well,
at least not that they're reporting
one the front page
