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Poetry by Jabiya Dragonsun
War Songs
War songs
War songs
War songs
War songs
War songs
War songs
I hear war songs
I hear war songs
I hear war ---- songs
I hear war ---- songs
I hear war ---- songs
Hum war songs
I hear songs of war
War that don't pour from TV or motion picture
with Rambos or pretty faces that go home after every
take and come back to do another processed silver
salted gang bang aggression type of mind twister
Songs of plastic heroes that fall from the skies
float like butterflies
whips cut automatic weapons
uzi and mac-10 the shit out of everything
that's un-american or just don't look right
And some dumb kid on the street gets his mind fucked and
says "kill'em all and let God sort out the mess"
War songs
War songs
War songs
I hear war songs
I hear war songs
But they don't come from Hollywood's motion picture scores
They come from time gone by in Central Highland mountains
that kicked your ass with mud
with boys turned men
in never ending rain
Their grunts were their songs
moans their chorus
Sing a war song war song war songs
Sing a war song war song war songs
Sing a war ---- song
If you've just seen the movie you can't sing the song
not my war song
cause you done not did the real studio time
Time that don't come from drums and horns
guitars
keyboard
and funky voices
I hear songs of babies crying and mama's screaming cause
cause babies ain't crying
ain't crying due to death by war
I hear the blues jams of families ripped apart
with bombs from big guns and planes that whistle
while they work then explode a wicked climax
Real songs of war does its crying long after war has pulled
its nasty head back in the holes of hell
puts on its gray suits and sits at capital tables
world wide
sits at capital tables world wide
sits at capital tables
sits at capital tables
and waits for Mr. Money to lobby
Waits on Mr. Money to lobby for more war
Mr. Money is the writer of real war songs
I hear your war songs every day Mr. Money
I sleep with your war songs Mr. Money
Your songs keep me mad with pain
Your songs shelter madness
a demon that eats me alive every weak moment
almost every moment is weak
weak from processions of evil that keeps killing me
I don't want to hear the war songs no mo
I don't want to hear the war songs no mo
I don't want to her the voice of death no mo
I want to hear the world without music
I want to hear the rhythm of men marching home
blind to aggression
I want no mo war songs
Yet I shall always hear
War songs war songs war songs
War songs war songs war songs
I hear war songs
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